It was an English ladye bright,
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(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
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And she would marry a Scottish knight,
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For Love will still be lord of all.
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Blithely they saw the rising sun
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When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
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But they were sad ere day was done,
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Though Love was still the lord of all.
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Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine,
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Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;
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Her brother gave but a flask of wine,
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For ire that Love was lord of all.
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For she had lands both meadow and lea,
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Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
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For he swore her death, ere he would see
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A Scottish knight the lord of all.
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That wine she had not tasted well
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(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall)
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When dead, in her true love's arms, she fell,
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For Love was still the lord of all!
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He pierced her brother to the heart,
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Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall -
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So perish all would true love part
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That Love may still be lord of all!
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And then he took the cross divine,
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Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
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And died for her sake in Palestine;
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So Love was still the lord of all.
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Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove,
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(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall)
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Pray for their souls who died for love,
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For Love shall still be lord of all!
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The English Ladye And The Knight
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| Loreena McKennitt |
