Hampton Court
The sword is sheathed its freedom famed No tyrant can misrule A child holds fast his foot of power In life´s grandest school The sword is sheathed no conquering voice No words or bombs can stay Upon this child pope is heard No threat or sad dismay Henry´s wars are rumours still Around the quiet rooms Where man did love, divorce and die Where this child was groomed A Mother dies just as he´s born A draped cloth marks her life A child once born and dies so soon A life so full of strife