Lyrics: <br /> <br />And who are you, the proud lord said, <br />that I must bow so low? <br />Only a cat of a different coat, <br />that's all the truth I know. <br />In a coat of gold or a coat of red, <br />a lion still has claws, <br />And mine are long and sharp, my Lord, <br />as long and sharp as yours. <br />And so he spoke, and so he spoke, <br />that lord of Castamere, <br />But now the rains weep o'er his hall, <br />with no one there to hear. <br />Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, <br />and not a soul to hear. <br />And who are you, the proud lord said, <br />that I must bow so low? <br />Only a cat of a different coat, <br />that's all the truth I know. <br />In a coat of gold or a coat of red, <br />a lion still has claws, <br />And mine are long and sharp, my lord, <br />as long and sharp as yours. <br />And so he spoke, and so he spoke, <br />that lord of Castamere, <br />But now the rains weep o'er his hall, <br />with no one there to hear. <br />Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, <br />and not a soul to hear.
