Anne

                                  See how she moves with perfect grace

Her jet-black eyes behold his face

She steals his heart and gives her own

In order to possess the throne

A willful queen yet so alone



Once he whispered: "You're the light of my life"

Come what may I'll make you my wife

In the end



Gentle maiden, you were born to be loved

You will sooth me when times get too tough

Loyal Nan



Why did he push aside the one we adore?

Caught in the web of that vain Boleyn whore

For that vixen drives him wild



People scorned her, said his choice wasn't right

Loved their king but they hated his bride

Who just smiled



Your sweet appearance always brings me delight



Whenever I'm lonely at night

You'll be there



I'll make sure that you'll rule over the earth

Dear Anne, if you only gave birth

To an heir



You played the lute and sang him a song

Weeping for his first stillborn son

Now you know you're in disgrace



Seeking comfort, immersed in sad memories

You will die but he'll never be free

For the rest of his days



'Cause he'll hear your voice in every song

Your vision will haunt him when you are gone

Echoes of your mocking laugh



His sons will die so your death just won't be in vain

For your daughter she will reign

On your behalf