Lirik Lagu The Lady Of Shalott - Loreena McKennitt
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On either side of the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the world and meet the sky;And thro' the field the road run byTo many-towered Camelot;And up and down the people go,Gazing where the lilies blowRound an island there below,The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,Little breezes dusk and shiverThro' the wave that runs for everBy the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot.Four grey walls, and four grey towers,Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowersThe Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,In among the bearded barleyHear a song that echoes cheerlyFrom the river winding clearlyDown to tower'd Camelot;And by the moon the reaper weary,Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers "'tis the fairyThe Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gay,She has heard a whisper say,A curse is on her if she stayTo look down to Camelot.She knows not what the curse may be,And so she weaveth steadily,And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clearThat hangs before her all the year,Shadows of the world appear.There she sees the highway nearWinding down to Camelot;And sometimes thro' the mirror blueThe Knights come riding two and two.She hath no loyal Knight and true,The Lady Of Shalott.
But in her web she still delightsTo weave the mirror's magic sights,For often thro' the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lightsAnd music, went to Camelot;Or when the Moon was overhead,Came two young lovers lately wed."I am half sick of shadows," saidThe Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,He rode between the barley sheaves,The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,And flamed upon the
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,Little breezes dusk and shiverThro' the wave that runs for everBy the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot.Four grey walls, and four grey towers,Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowersThe Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,In among the bearded barleyHear a song that echoes cheerlyFrom the river winding clearlyDown to tower'd Camelot;And by the moon the reaper weary,Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers "'tis the fairyThe Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gay,She has heard a whisper say,A curse is on her if she stayTo look down to Camelot.She knows not what the curse may be,And so she weaveth steadily,And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clearThat hangs before her all the year,Shadows of the world appear.There she sees the highway nearWinding down to Camelot;And sometimes thro' the mirror blueThe Knights come riding two and two.She hath no loyal Knight and true,The Lady Of Shalott.
But in her web she still delightsTo weave the mirror's magic sights,For often thro' the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lightsAnd music, went to Camelot;Or when the Moon was overhead,Came two young lovers lately wed."I am half sick of shadows," saidThe Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,He rode between the barley sheaves,The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,And flamed upon the
