The queen of diamonds is dying
In her silver bed of disease
Reverberating cries around her broken neck

The queen of hearts is betraying
Many years of glorious reign
A civil war is better than a king of broken hearts

The queen of clubs is picking flowers
She’s the guardian of the garden
People are struggling for bits of bread and she knows

And the clouds are sliding slow
Over properties and lands
Water mills and trees and hills
While the kings are getting old
The mountain’s covered with snow
Water mills with paddle wheels
Resound with river flows

The queen of spades is in the coffin
After drinking poisoned spirits
Killed by Jack of spades who wanted to succeed her

And the clouds are sliding slow
Over properties and lands
Water mills and trees and hills
While the kings are getting old
The mountain’s covered with snow
Water mills with paddle wheels
Resound with river flows