ログイン  | 新規登録
歌詞投稿コミュニティ「プチリリ」

TOP > 歌詞 > The Witch of the Westmorland
The Witch of the Westmorland

アーティスト:Stan Rogers  アルバム:Between The Breaks...Live! 

  • お気に入り登録




Pale was the wounded knight That bore the rowan shield Loud and cruel were the raven's cries As he feasted on the field Saying, "Beck water cold and clear Will never clean your wound There's none but the witch of the Westmoreland Can make thee hale and sound "So turn, turn your stallion's head Till his red mane flies in the wind And the rider of the moon goes by And the bright star falls behind" And clear was the paley moon When shadow passed him by Below the hill were the brightest stars When he heard the owlet cry, Saying, "Why do you ride this way And wherefore came you here?" "I seek the witch of the Westmoreland Who dwells by the winding mere" And it's weary by the Ullswater And the misty brakefern way Till through the cleft of the Kirkstane pass The winding water lay He said, "Lie down my brindled hound And rest ye my good gray hawk And thee my steed may graze thy fill For I must dismount and walk "But come when you hear my horn And answer swift the call For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn Ye will serve me best of all" And it's down to the water's brim


投稿者: PetitLyrics
プチリリ再生回数:0





日本語English

利用規約プライバシーポリシー許諾情報運営会社お問い合わせヘルプ
© 2024 SyncPower Corporation


Page
Top