Pavan 歌词

Fare you well on the morrow I must leave And I'm bound for a far and distant land A tale would tell of my poor heart and how it grieves So for you my love this sorrowful Pavan (Chorus:) I was born in Lincoln country And the son of a country wife am I Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye Love me hard with the dawn I'll be gone And I don't know if I'll be back again God as my guard I'm the champion of the wronged Off to holy wars to fight the Saracen (Chorus) While you're away does your spouse turn a whore Or a chastity belt maiden while crusader's at war I'm tired of my chain mail My armour makes me sore And it all seems so futile Weep you will but my love I cannot stay Dry your eyes and we'll share a parting kiss Wait until the advent of that day When I'm home and gone is sadness as this (Chorus)