Kingdom Of Gold

Kingdom Of Gold - Mark Knopfler

The high priest of money looks down on the river

The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold

When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver

He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold

He turns to his symbols his ribbons of numbers

They circle and spin on their mystical scroll

He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers

And the ribbons and the river forever unroll

In his kingdom of gold his kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold his kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold

On the horizon an enemy haven

Sends traces of smoke high up into the sky

A pack of dog jackals and a rabble of ravens

Who'll come for his fortress his castle on high

In his kingdom of gold kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold his kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold

His axes and armour will conquer these devils

The turbulent raiders will falter and fall

Their leaders be taken

Their camps burned and levelled

They'll hang in the wind from his citadel walls

In his kingdom of gold kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold

Kingdom of gold