With grace she reigns, the peacock's pride, the queen on high so free Adorning heavens, a tapestry for all to see Bronze and gold, her temples shine, a testament, a plea There comes a hymn to Hera, let her be And in the hearts of mortal men, she plants her seeds of peace, oh There comes a hymn to Hera, let her be When all the souls beneath her watch, from ancient skies decree And as they wander, hearts entwined, beneath the olive tree, oh Let her be, let her be, let her be, let her be From the throne of Olympus, let her be Adorning heavens, a tapestry for all to be There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead There comes a hymn to Hera in her leaves Beneath the firmament she stands, a beacon in the night As stars align and whispers wind, she holds them ever tight Through ages past, her stories cast, a mythos sown to sow There comes a hymn to Hera, let it grow Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow, let it grow Harmony from Olympus, let it flow Adorning heavens, a tapestry for all to be There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead There comes a hymn to Hera in her leaves