(Fripp/Wetton/Palmer-James)
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Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
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The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
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That golden light all grimy now
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Three hundred years have passed
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The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
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The artist knew their faces well
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The husbands of his lady friends
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His creditors and councillors
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In armour bright, the merchant men
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Official moments of the guild
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In poses keen from bygone days
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The city fathers frozen there
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Upon the canvas dark with age
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The smell of paint, a flask of wine
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And turn those faces all to me
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The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
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And Dutch respectability
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They make their entrance one by one
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Defenders of that way of life
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The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
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Guitar lessons for the wife
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So many years we suffered here
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Our country racked with Spanish wars
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Now comes a chance to find ourselves
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And quiet reigns behind our doors
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We think about posterity again
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And so the pride of little men
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The burghers good and true
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Still living through the painter's hand
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Request you all to understand
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The Night Watch
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| King Crimson |
