^DmHeavy and hard is the ^Cheart of the king ^GmKing of iron, ^Fking of steel ^GmThe heart of the king who ^Floves everything Like the ^Gmhammer ^Cloves the ^Gmnail

^DmBut the heart of a m^Can is a simple one ^DmSmall and soft, ^Cflesh and blood ^DmAnd all that it loves^C is a woman ^DmA woman is ^Call that it loves

^DmAnd Hades is King of the ^Cscythe and the sword ^DmHe covers the world in the ^Ccolor of rust ^DmHe scrapes the sky and ^Cscars the earth ^DmAnd he comes down heavy and ^Chard on us

^DmBut even that hardest of ^Chearts unhardened ^DmSuddenly, when he ^Csaw her there ^DmPersephone in her ^Cmother’s garden ^DmSun on her shoulders, ^Cwind in her hair

^DmThe smell of the flowers ^Cshe held in her hand ^DmAnd the pollen that fell from her ^Cfingertips ^DmAnd suddenly Hades was ^Conly a man ^DmWith a taste of nectar ^Cupon his lips, singing:

^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la

^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la

^GmAnd what has become of the^F heart of that man, ^GmNow that the man is ^FKing? ^GmWhat has become of the ^Fheart of that man, ^GmNow that ^Che has ^Gmeverything?

^DmThe more he has, ^Cthe more he holds, ^DmThe greater the weight of the ^Cworld on his shoulders ^DmSee how he labors ^Cbeneath that load ^DmAfraid to look up, and ^Cafraid to let go ^DmAnd he keeps his head low, and he ^Ckeeps his back bending ^DmHe grows so afraid that he'll ^Close what he owns ^DmBut what he doesn't know ^Cis that what he's defending ^DmIs already ^Cgone

^DmWhere is the treasure in^Cside your chest? ^DmWhere is your pleasure? ^CWhere is your youth? ^DmWhere is the man with his ^Chat in his hands? ^DmWho stands in the garden with ^Cnothing to lose, singing:

^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la ^Bbla ^DmLa la la ^Cla la la