Down by the lake in November rain Ghostly trees veiled in mists of grey. There upon the shore lay a knight who swore He’d set out for a precious prey. When a graceful swan dressed in purest white Stepped ashore in the dead of the night. And before his eyes, taking off her disguise She turned to a maiden fair
O how much he longed to forever behold The beauty he met by that lake. And within his reach lay all he could seek Her magic was his to take. With his heart set to burn too strong was his yearn His glance was fixed by the queen In an instant of time he made up his mind And took away her white plume.
Despite all her pleas, caught in selfish needs He tied her in magical bond. She followed the spell and guarded him well Forever to keep him safe. Until one sad day in the first dawn of May The knight then met with his fate. For when battle arose she was watching too close And died by the blow of his sword.
Down by the lake in November rain A knight walks the lonely shore. Falling down on his knees he is begging her please, Rise for me evermore! But he cries out in vain, too strong is his pain, The maiden forever lost! Now the proud knight is dying, his cruel heart is lying Next to the one he loved most.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
