2014

Cello play, orchestra king

Your subjects are woodwinds and strings

How they cry out, how they sing

Glory glory may this one bring

Birch tree, silver queen

Lady of all other trees

How they bow to you and sing

Glory glory may this one bring

Not a child born for a throne

Not a child from a gilded home

Yet you make this nation all your own

A special kind of purple

Margaret your carriage awaits

It's arriving at the palace gates

Drawn by the blackest team

Glory glory may this one bring

Watching trains from the floor

And no one sees your civil war

Sewing peace into every seam

Glory glory may this one bring

Not a child born for a throne

Not a child from a gilded home

Yet you make this nation all your own

A special kind of purple

Margaret be bemoaned

An orphan among noble bones

The brass bells in the tower ring

Glory glory may this one bring

Margaret you were never alone

You found yourself a motherly home

Your father is a heavenly king

Glory glory may this one bring

A Child born for a throne

A Child from a heavenly home

Come make this whole world all your own

Born in the purple

Born in the purple