Текст песни The Daemon Lover - Alasdair Roberts
′Where
have
you
been
my
long,
long
love
These
seven
long
years
or
more?
I'm
seeking
for
my
former
vows
You
gave
to
me
before′
'Oh,
hold
your
tongue
of
your
former
vows
For
they
will
breed
sad
strife
Hold
your
tongue
of
your
former
vows
For
I'm
become
a
wife′
He′s
turned
him
right
and
round
about
And
the
salt
tear
blint
his
ee
'I
never
would
have
trodden
on
Irish
ground
But
for
the
love
of
thee′
'If
I
should
leave
my
dear
husband
And
my
two
babes
also
What
have
you
to
take
me
to
If
I
with
you
would
go?′
'I′ve
seven
ships
upon
the
sea
And
the
eighth
brought
me
to
land
With
four
and
twenty
mariners
bold
And
music
on
command'
She's
put
her
foot
on
board
the
ship
No
mariners
she
beheld
But
the
sails
were
of
the
taffeta
And
the
masts
of
the
beaten
gold
They
had
not
sailed
a
league,
a
league
A
league
but
barely
three
Til
dismal
grew
his
countenance
And
drumly
grew
the
sea
They
had
not
sailed
a
league,
a
league
A
league
but
barely
three
Until
she
saw
his
cloven
foot
And
she
wept
most
bitterly
′Leave
off
your
weeping′
then
said
he
'Of
your
weeping
let
me
be
And
I′ll
show
you
how
the
lilies
grow
On
the
banks
of
Italy'
′What
hill,
what
hill
is
thon
I
see
As
white
as
any
snow?'
′Thon
is
the
hill
of
heaven'
he
said
Where
all
good
people
go
'What
hill,
what
hill
is
thon
I
see
As
black
as
any
coal?′
′Thon
is
the
hill
of
hell'
he
said
′Where
you
and
I
must
go'
He
struck
the
top
mast
with
his
hand
And
the
main
mast
with
his
knee
And
he
struck
that
gallant
ship
in
two
And
he
sunk
her
beneath
the
sea.
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