Francesco Ballara - The Rains of Castamere Lyrics

And who are you?
The proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
That's all the truth I know

In a coat of gold or a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
And now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear

And who are you?
The proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
That's all the truth I know

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
And now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
And now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear

And so he spoke, and so he spoke (Oh, so he spoke)
That lord of Castamere (Lord of Castamere)
And now the rains weep o'er his hall (Weep o'er his hall)
And not a soul to hear
Not a soul to hear