Текст песни Loreena McKennitt - Huron `Beltane` Fire Dance
Loreena McKennitt - Huron `Beltane` Fire Dance слова песни
Harking is bonny and there lives my loveMy heart lies on him and cannot removeIt cannot remove for all that I have doneAnd I never will forget my love AnnachieFor Annachie Gordon he`s bonny and he`s brightHe`d entice any woman that e`er he sawHe`d entice any woman and so he has done meAnd I never will forget my love Annachie.Down came her father and he`s standing at the doorSaying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whoreYou care nothing for a man who cares so much for theeYou must marry Lord Sultan and leave AnnachieFor Annachie Gordon is barely but a manAlthough he may be pretty but where are his landsThe Sultan`s lands are broad and his towers they run highYou must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.With Annachie Gordon I beg for my breadAnd before I marry Sultan his gold to my headWith gold to my head and straight down to my kneesAnd I`ll die if I don`t get my love AnnachieAnd you who are my parents to church you may me bringBut unto Lord Sultan I`ll never bear a sonTo a son or a daughter I`ll never bow my kneeAnd I`ll die if I don`t get my love Annachie.Jeannie was married and from church was brought homeWhen she and her maidens so merry should have beenWhen she and her maidens so merry should have beenShe goes into her chamber and cries all alone.Come to my bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweetTo stile you my mistress it would be so sweetBe it mistress or Jeanne it`s all the same to meBut in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lieAnd down came her father and he`s spoken with reknown Saying you who are her maidensGo loosen up her gownsAnd she fell down to the floorAnd straight down to his knee sayingFather look I`m dying for my love Annachie.The day that Jeanne married was the day that Jeannie diedAnd the day that young Annachie came home on the tideAnd down came her maidens all wringing of their handsSaying oh it`s been so long, you`ve been so long on the sandsSo long on the sands, so long on the floodThey have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.You who are her maidens come take me by the handAnd lead me to the chamber where my love she lies inAnd he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stoneAnd he died in the chamber where his love she lies in.