The hands of the clock are turning round
I can hear seconds ticking on the wall
Nine times running with the nighttime sounds
Daytime wrapped up in a shawl
And the fire grate is burning down
It's time to pull the sheets back on the bed
Time to settle down
And rest your weary head
One story, then it's time to go
Furs and feathers need some sleep to grow
Once upon a time, my story starts to you
In a land not so very far away
The king dressed as a beggar for a day or two
To hear what people had to say
Hung up his furs and dressed in pants
Took off his golden crown
Put his bundle on his back
And went to the poorer side of town
One story, then it's time to go
Furs and feathers need some sleep to grow
He began to beg and he begged all day
But found not any in his hand
His tax collector and his ministers
Have taken every penny in the land
He didn't see a smile
All he heard was a sigh
There was sorrow over the town
And he sat on a stone and he cried
One story, then it's time to go
Furs and feathers need some sleep to grow
The king took his begging bowl and hurried home
Looked at his silver and gold
Put on his gown and took his golden crown
These words he spoke, I told
I'm going to let some light in this town
I'm giving back the money we stole
I'm hiring you as jesters and clowns and lambs
Who's worked long for the gold
One story, then it's time to go
Furs and feathers need some sleep to grow
You have your story and it's time to go
You know it's furs and feathers need some sleep to grow
