In a temple there sits
a man made of stone
And though he is very old
He never sees the lighting of day
And his nights are very long
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus is his name
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus still remains
Through the purple light of sunset
When all the land is cold
King Croesus looks around him
Yes he does
And he doesn't seem so old
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus is his name
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus still remains
King Croesus we can't see you
King Croesus we can't hear you
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus is his name
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus still remains
a man made of stone
And though he is very old
He never sees the lighting of day
And his nights are very long
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus is his name
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus still remains
Through the purple light of sunset
When all the land is cold
King Croesus looks around him
Yes he does
And he doesn't seem so old
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus is his name
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus still remains
King Croesus we can't see you
King Croesus we can't hear you
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus is his name
The man of stone, King Croesus
King Croesus still remains