Lirik Lagu The Witch Of The Westmorland - Stan Rogers
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ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
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Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shieldLoud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the fieldSaying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your woundThere's none but the witch of the Westmoreland can make thee hale and soond"
So turn, turn your stallion's head 'til his red mane flies in the windAnd the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behindAnd clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him bybelow the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry
Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?""I seek the Witch of the Westmorland that dwells by the winding mere"And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern wayTil throught the cleft in the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay
He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawkAnd thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk,But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the callFor I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all"
And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shieldAnd the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yieldAnd wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went sheOne half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his sideHigh overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he rideSaying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mareStoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"
She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rown shieldFor I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue, bound round withh a silver chainAnd she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again
And she's bound his wounds with
So turn, turn your stallion's head 'til his red mane flies in the windAnd the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behindAnd clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him bybelow the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry
Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?""I seek the Witch of the Westmorland that dwells by the winding mere"And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern wayTil throught the cleft in the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay
He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawkAnd thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk,But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the callFor I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all"
And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shieldAnd the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yieldAnd wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went sheOne half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his sideHigh overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he rideSaying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mareStoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"
She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rown shieldFor I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field"And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue, bound round withh a silver chainAnd she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again
And she's bound his wounds with
