Alas, my love, you surely do me wrong For you to cast me out discourteously (from this world) For I have loved you well and long You stole my heart and hurled it to the night The sword was gleaming in the pale sunlight My last thought was of your face
Will you hold my hand 'till the bitter end? 'Till the darkness comes, and the stars grow dim? The I would know although we've been through hell You've always loved me well
"And thus I take my leave of this world and of you all. O Lord, have no mercy on me. To God I commend my soul. God save the king."
Will you hold my hand 'till the bitter end? 'Till the darkness comes, and the stars grow dim? Godspeed my love, although we've through hell You've always loved me wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
