High above the city
gleaming in the golden sun
In a faraway town
Stood the Happy Prince
gilded over with a thousand leaves of gold
And eyes that glowed
Why do you cry said the swallow
Tell me prince what do you see
that makes you bleed
Far far away there’s a tired
old seamstress with a child in hand
Too weak to stand
Wont you fly swallow fly
Take these ruby eyes
Home home home to the children
for it is winters night
And faraway from the city
a poor little match-girl cries
For her flame has died
So dear little swallow wont
you be my messenger one last time
And bring her light
Wont you fly swallow fly
Take these ruby eyes
Home home home to the children
for it is winters night
Wont you fly swallow fly
Take this golden coat of mine
Home home home to the children for it is winters night
May I kiss you one last time dear prince
My time has come
May tomorrows sun see us dance once again
But for now farewell my love farewell
And I will fly I will fly
with your golden heart l fly
Home home home to the garden
Home to the makers light
I will fly I will fly
with your golden heart l fly
Home home home to the garden
Home to the makers light
