《Witch Of The Westmorlands》歌词

[00:04:08] Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield

[00:04:08] Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field

[00:04:08] Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wounds

[00:04:08] There's none but the Maid of the Winding Mere can make thee hale and soond"

[00:04:08] "Then course well, my brindled hounds, and fetch me the mountain hare

[00:04:08] Whose coat is as grey as the Wastwater and as white as the lily fair",

[00:04:08] Who said "Green moss and heather bands will never staunch the flood

[00:04:08] There's none but the Witch of the Westmorelands can save thy dear life's blood"

[00:04:08] So turn, turn your Stallion's head 'till his grey mane flies in the wind

[00:04:08] Till the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind

[00:04:08] Clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by

[00:04:08] Below the hill was the brightest star when he heard the houlet cry,

[00:04:08] Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore cam' you here?"

[00:04:08] "I seek the Witch of the Westmorelands that dwells by the winding mere"

[00:04:08] "Then fly free your good grey hawk to gather the golden rod

[00:04:08] And face your horse intae the clouds above yon gay green wood"

[00:04:08] Weary by Ullswater and the misty brake fern way

[00:04:08] 'Till through the cleft o' the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay

[00:04:08] He said "Lie down, my brindled hound and perch my good grey hawk

[00:04:08] And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk

[00:04:08] But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call

[00:04:08] For I fear e'er the sun will rise this morn you will serve me best of all"

[00:04:08] Down to the water's brim, he's borne the rowan shield

[00:04:08] And the golden rod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield

[00:04:08] And wet rose she from the lake, fast and fleet gaed she

[00:04:08] One half the form of a maiden fair and the jet black mair's body

[00:04:08] Long, loud and shrill he blew and his steed was by his side

[00:04:08] High overhead his grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride

[00:04:08] Saying "Course well, my brindled hounds, and fetch me the jet black mair

[00:04:08] Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"

[00:04:08] Who said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rowan shield

[00:04:08] For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"

[00:04:08] She stood in the gown of the velvet blue, bound 'round with a silver chain

[00:04:08] She's kissed his pale lips aince and twice and three times 'round again

[00:04:08] She's bound his wound with the golden rod, full fast in her arms he lay

[00:04:08] And he has risen hale and soond wi' the sun high in the day

[00:04:08] She said "Ride with your brindled hounds at heel, and your good grey hawk in hand

[00:04:08] There's none can harm the knight who's kissed by the Witch of the Westmorland"