Ben Whishaw and Abbie Cornish - La Belle Dame Sans Merci | Текст песни

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Fanny: O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither'd from the Lake
No birds sing.

John: 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 set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long
For sidelong would she bend and sing
A faery's song

Fanny: She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild, and manna dew
And sure in language strange she said
'I Love thee true'

John: She took me to her elfin grot

Fanny: And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore

John: And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dream'd, ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.