The lord of Baux built
his house on the rocks.
The lord of Baux built
his house on the rocks.
The footsteps of a thousand knights
mark his paths.
By night, his icy thoughts
keep watch from above.
The lord of Baux built
his house on the rocks.
His dogs moan in their sleep
dreaming of a hunt.
His lady sits at the banquet
with a wistful look in her eyes.
Fire and warmth in your halls,
and dances, colours and merriment,
songs and noise and echoes of laughter
in your house, lord of Baux.
The lord of Baux built
his house on the rocks.
And it remains there
and watches years go by.
Like the flight of birds towards the sea
is the shadow of his thoughts.
The salty wind
has painted his halls in white.
Fire and warmth in your halls,
and dances, colours and merriment,
songs and noise and echoes of laughter
in your house, lord of Baux.
The lord of Baux built
his house on the rocks.
The lord of Baux built
his house on the rocks.