Paroles The Daemon Lover de Alasdair Roberts

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Textes et Paroles de The Daemon Lover




'Where have you been my long, long loveThese seven long years or more?I'm seeking for my former vowsYou gave to me before''Oh, hold your tongue of your former vowsFor they will breed sad strifeHold your tongue of your former vowsFor I'm become a wife'He's turned him right and round aboutAnd the salt tear blint his ee'I never would have trodden on Irish groundBut for the love of thee''If I should leave my dear husbandAnd my two babes alsoWhat have you to take me toIf I with you would go?''I've seven ships upon the seaAnd the eighth brought me to landWith four and twenty mariners boldAnd music on command'She's put her foot on board the shipNo mariners she beheldBut the sails were of the taffetaAnd the masts of the beaten goldThey had not sailed a league, a leagueA league but barely threeTil dismal grew his countenanceAnd drumly grew the seaThey had not sailed a league, a leagueA league but barely threeUntil she saw his cloven footAnd she wept most bitterly'Leave off your weeping' then said he'Of your weeping let me beAnd I'll show you how the lilies growOn the banks of Italy''What hill, what hill is thon I seeAs white as any snow?''Thon is the hill of heaven' he saidWhere all good people go'What hill, what hill is thon I seeAs black as any coal?''Thon is the hill of hell' he said'Where you and I must go'He struck the top mast with his handAnd the main mast with his kneeAnd he struck that gallant ship in twoAnd he sunk her beneath the sea.

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