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Witch Of The Westmorelands

アーティスト:Barbara Dickson  アルバム:From The Beggar's Mantle... 

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Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wounds There's none but the Maid of the Winding Mere can make thee hale and soond" "Then course well, my brindled hounds, and fetch me the mountain hare Whose coat is as grey as the Wastwater and as white as the lily fair", Who said "Green moss and heather bands will never staunch the flood There's none but the Witch of the Westmorelands can save thy dear life's blood" So turn, turn your Stallion's head 'till his grey mane flies in the wind Till the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind Clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by Below the hill was the brightest star when he heard the houlet cry, Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore cam' you here?" "I seek the Witch of the Westmorelands that dwells by the winding mere" "Then fly free your good grey hawk to gather the golden rod And face your horse intae the clouds above yon gay green wood" Weary by Ullswater and the misty brake fern way 'Till through the cleft o' the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay He said "Lie down, my brindled hound and perch my good grey hawk And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk


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