Rupert lies on a bed
 In a chamber and watches the weeds
 And the feather headed grasses
 That waver on the grey stone balcony
 He sees the blood-stained silk white sky
 Of another dawn arise
 But Rupert knows this crimson morn
 Will turn to dusk and night will fall
 Before the day...
 ' Oh, give me this day' 
 Prince Rupert calls,
 'Give me this day.'
 Rupert hangs by a thread
 On the wall above the cool soft bed
 And daylight comes in flashes
 Like memories of lightning through his mind.
 He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine
 Gold and white as the sun climbs
 And glints into his ruby ring
 Slipping from his finger, pale and thin...
 On to the floor.
 'Oh, give me this day',
 Prince Rupert calls,
 'Give me this day'.
 Rupert lies on a bed
 Where the night bows her head,
 Stars weave their dreams around him,
 ' Give me this day' 
 Prince Rupert calls.