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°¡¼ö: Loreena McKennitt


And now my charms
are all o'erthrown
And what strength
I have's mine own
Which is most faint
now t'is true
I must here be released by you
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill or else
my project fails
Which was to please
Which was to please
Now I want
Spirits to enforce
art to enchant
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces
so that it assaults
Mercy itself
and frees all faults
As you from your crimes
would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free
h the white road smoking
behind him and his rapier
brandished high
Blood-red were the spurs
i' the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
when they shot him down
on the highway
Down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood
on the highway
with the bunch of lace
at his throat
<Interlude>
Still of a winter's night
they say, when the wind
is in the trees
When the moon
is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon
of moonlight
over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding
Riding, riding
A highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn-door

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Prospero's Speech
Loreena McKennitt



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