The man in the tree is staring at me All of the blood dripping down He says: where are you bound? Said: I'm going to town to pawn my crown And never come back here again
My lady in waiting is weaving a robe Of silk and moonlight and now And she never asks how So pleasant a task she never asks And she only listens to friends
The man at the store he looks at my crown Listens to my sad tale He says it never fails If the crown is for sale, I'll give you some nails But you can only use them on friends
The man in the tree was staring at me As I passed by again on that day He said I'd got in his way Said: nails aren't the way to be free to stay So I traded them all for the end Went back to my lady in waiting and all of her friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
