There was a story of a boy I didn’t know
He pulled out a sword, made the sky glow
And saved a princess over the rainbow
Stories after stories, my mother told
Now that I’m grown up, I surely know
I want a hero, sitting on a throne
Once upon a long long time ago
I saw a picture of a man I adored
He stood against a castle very old
And everything, he seemed to touch, turned to gold
Picture after picture, my mother showed
Now that I’m grown up, I surely know
I want my hero to be sitting on a throne
He will be my knight in shining armour
Without a fancy suit of rubber
He’ll have his pride and sense of humour
And he’ll be mine all alone
He will be the prince and not the pauper
He’ll have a court with his own jester
He’ll make the world dance with an order
Sitting on his throne
Once upon a long long time ago
I met a stranger passing by my winter road
He wore a handsome smile and fancy robe
And music came out of his every word
Sweet dreams after sweet dreams, was all I owned
Now that I’m grown up, I surely know
Stories after stories, my mother told
Now that I’m grown up, I surely know
I want my hero to be sitting on a throne
Copyright (c) Deepa Seshadri 2013
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