Paroles Hunting song de Pentangle

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As I did travel all on a journeyOver the wayside and under a dark moonHanging above a mountainI spied a young man riding a fine horseChasing a white hart and all through the woodlandThere go the hunting and criesAnd there followed after ten kings and queensLaughing and joking, the white hart they'd seenBloodied running into the bushesI plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bowThere's nowhere to run now, there's no place to goThe hunter is fast and readyStill farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleysUntil upon the verge of despair I sat and restedAnd there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a ladyAnd this she did say: "Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurryStrange that I should meet you here, come sit by me."I have here a magic horn to deliverAnd one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sirShall prove all to be false, lovers beware!""The gift that you bear for your brother the kingI gladly would carry to the banquet this even'What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court."Wearily I crossed the stream to the castleWhere I found shelter from the cold wintry windAnd food did I have and plentyBut the Lord and Lady seemed so sadFor these words they did say unto each other:"My good lord, all off to war in thy armorLeaving me here alone to weep and to worryTake care lest misadventureShall overcome thy kindly heartMy good lord, all off to war in thy armor.""My lady, you have no need for to worryI'll return victorious and true unto theeTake care, lest misadventureShall stain your heart and lead to woeMy fair lady you have no need for to worry."While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white deviceUpon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow singsHis unrequited love "Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seenQueen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides For I swear to have revenge."A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this nightThe victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome mightAs ever he would claimBut fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turnThe magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"The sorrowed quest is over.

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