paroles de chanson Death & the Lady - The John Renbourn Group

As I walked forth, one day one day,
I met an old man by the way.
His head was bald and his beard was grey.
His clothes made of the cold earthen clay,
His clothing made of the cold earthen clay.

I said old man, what man are you?
What country do you belong to?
My name is Death, hast heard of me?
All Kings and Princes bow down unto me,
All Kings and Princes bow down unto me.

My name is Death, can not you see?
Lords, Dukes and Ladies bow down unto me.
And you are one of those branches three.
And you fair maid must come along with me,
And you fair maid must come along with me.

I'll give you gold and jewels so rare,
I'll give you costly rich robes to wear.
I'll give you the combs that comb my hair.
If you will let me live but another short year,
If you will let me live but another short year.

Fair lady, lay your robes aside,
(Not sure)...pride.
And now sweet maid, make no delay.
Your time has come and you must away,
Your time has come and you must away.

On that same night, this fair maid died,
And on her jewels are these words incscribed.
"Here lies a poor, distressed maid.
By Death so cruelly she was betrayed,
By Death so cruelly she was betrayed."