Lyrics La belle dame sans merci - Mediæval Bæbes

I met a lady in the meads full beautiful a faery's child
Her hair was long her foot was light and her eyes were wild

I made a garland for her head and bracelets too and fragrant zone
She look'd at me as she did love and made sweet moan

I saw pale kings and princes too pale warriors death-pale were they all
They cried "la belle dame sans merci hath thee in thrall"

She found me roots of relish sweet and honey wild and manna dew
And sure in language strange she said "i love thee true"

And there she lulled me asleep and there i dreamed ah woe betide
The latest dream i ever dreamed on the cold hill's side