And Who are you,
the proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
that's all the truth I know
in a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws
and mine are long and sharp my lord
as long and sharp as yours
and so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that now the rains weep over his hall, and no ones there to hear
yes now the rains weep over his hall, and not a soul's there to hear
the proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
that's all the truth I know
in a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws
and mine are long and sharp my lord
as long and sharp as yours
and so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that now the rains weep over his hall, and no ones there to hear
yes now the rains weep over his hall, and not a soul's there to hear