Rosabel

歌詞

Beware of your heart, it's cruel and it's careless More dangerous by far than the beasts in the wood Beware wicked thoughts that come creeping and crawling The shadow of dreams that can never come good She's the talk of the town, the pride of the valley Comes out with the sun and pours gold on the day She knows all your names and smiles warm on your faces But Rosabel's wild as the briar in May When each house lay asleep she's dropped from her window In a blanket of darkness crept out of the town And she' skipped up to Faelen Woods picking Dog Roses No fear of the shadows that watched all around She's plucked up her fill, and laughed in the moonshine In warm summer's evening she's danced 'cross the moor First twisting and turning, then tripping an falling And lifeless she's lain on the heather bed floor When she's woke up, a fire's hot glowing She's tucked in silk sheets with Lord John watching there Saying "Sleep, beauty sleep, lose your mind in warm dreaming You're safe in my house and well mending with care" In fever she's burned, but time's proved in healing Made ready to leave but been blocked on the way "Oh you thief you were wrong to go picking my roses! And for stealing from me it's right he that you'll stay" "Oh John you're so proud, and silent, and stubborn! You're bigger than most and unkempt it is true But I've grown fond of your ways and your quiet woodland keeping And be I thief or no, I will stay here with you" It's seven years gone, and seven years married And seven slow years she's been counting the hours "Oh my husband's uncomely and will not look on me I long rue the day I went picking his flowers" Now take heed young girls, here's Rosa's undoing; There's a diary she keeps of her sorrows and cares If you write yourself down then you're asking for trouble It's the nature of words to be read and be shared One grey summer's morning she slipped into town With excuses of shopping but for fresh company Oh and who should be there but some boys from the army And James the most charming in every degree It isn't by chance he's strolled past her window Nor by chance she's met him out walking alone And they've tied up there love in the long July grasses Till with the steal dawn she's gone tiptoeing home She's gone to the kitchen, but Lord John's crept after He's found her at writing and read just a few lines Oh he rants and he rages and tears up the pages And in the grief of betrayal she's fled from his cries She's run for the woods, and he's tried to call after But the chill death of heartbreak has stolen his moan And she caught in the thorns of his wild Dog Roses And there James has found her cold dead as the stone