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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
See the fears in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls would close on me
And I discovered that my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jurasalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavarly choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world.
Seas would rise when I gave the word.
Now in the morn-ing I sweep a-lone.
Sweep the streets I used to o–w–n.
I used to roll the dice.
Feel the fear in my e-ne-my’s e-y-es.
Lis-ten as the crowd would sing.
“Now the old king is dead!
Long live the kin-g!”
One mi-nute I held the key.
Next the walls were closed on me.
And I di-sco-vered that
my ca-stles stand.
U-pon pil-lars of salt and
pil-lars of sand.
I hear Je-ru-sa-lem bells a ring-ing.
Ro-man Ca-val-ry choirs are sing-ing.
Be my mir-ror, my sword, and shie-ld.
My mis-sio-nar-ies in a fo-reign fie-ld.
For some rea-son I can’t ex-plain.
Once you go, there was ne-ver.
Ne-ver an ho-nest word.
That was when
I ruled the world.