| 歌曲 | A King Without a Throne |
| 歌手 | Ken Hensley |
| 专辑 | Proud Words on a Dusty Shelf |
| 作曲 : Hensley | |
| Hensley | |
| Walk on the dusty road | |
| Without any shoes | |
| See all the people out there | |
| Singing the blues | |
| I've got my trouble but | |
| I'm paying my dues | |
| It isn't easy but | |
| There's too much to lose | |
| Many's the time | |
| I have wandered alone | |
| Looking this way and that | |
| For something unknown | |
| But where can a good king go | |
| Without his throne? | |
| Many's the good man | |
| Lost in his prime | |
| The path of fortune | |
| Took him well before his time | |
| He ain't got his trouble | |
| But I've still got mine | |
| Got to find some freedom | |
| Before I start to decline | |
| The moon is rising and | |
| I'm still on my own | |
| This must be life I guess | |
| The seeds have been sown | |
| Where can he go, who can he see | |
| Is there anybody, it's easy to be | |
| Find him a stairway, find him a tree | |
| And while you're doing it | |
| Please won't you find one for me | |
| The unbeliever says | |
| It's hard to believe | |
| I'm told the preacher | |
| Frowns on those who deceive | |
| The winds of winter | |
| Steal leaves from the trees | |
| The path of fortune | |
| Is getting closer to me | |
| The snow is falling | |
| And the thruth is obscured | |
| I think of all the things | |
| My soul has endured | |
| Cursing this loneliness | |
| That can't be cured |
| zuò qǔ : Hensley | |
| Hensley | |
| Walk on the dusty road | |
| Without any shoes | |
| See all the people out there | |
| Singing the blues | |
| I' ve got my trouble but | |
| I' m paying my dues | |
| It isn' t easy but | |
| There' s too much to lose | |
| Many' s the time | |
| I have wandered alone | |
| Looking this way and that | |
| For something unknown | |
| But where can a good king go | |
| Without his throne? | |
| Many' s the good man | |
| Lost in his prime | |
| The path of fortune | |
| Took him well before his time | |
| He ain' t got his trouble | |
| But I' ve still got mine | |
| Got to find some freedom | |
| Before I start to decline | |
| The moon is rising and | |
| I' m still on my own | |
| This must be life I guess | |
| The seeds have been sown | |
| Where can he go, who can he see | |
| Is there anybody, it' s easy to be | |
| Find him a stairway, find him a tree | |
| And while you' re doing it | |
| Please won' t you find one for me | |
| The unbeliever says | |
| It' s hard to believe | |
| I' m told the preacher | |
| Frowns on those who deceive | |
| The winds of winter | |
| Steal leaves from the trees | |
| The path of fortune | |
| Is getting closer to me | |
| The snow is falling | |
| And the thruth is obscured | |
| I think of all the things | |
| My soul has endured | |
| Cursing this loneliness | |
| That can' t be cured |