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    Of Ye Birch Tree Slain

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    Добавлена 19 марта 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Once there lived a man in a small house of wood
    Just before the threshold tall birch-tree stood
    Knocking at his window and pulling his hair
    All of that he did not care
    Days passed the nights and the nights passed the days
    Humans path was his only way
    Once under the full moon he fell asleep
    A girl came to him and began to weep
    [Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
    [Man:] How can I not knowing thee?
    [Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
    [Man:] How can I not knowing thee?
    [Birch:] Always Ive been here dont be surprised
    Youll see me always just close your eyes
    Knocking at your window and pulling your hair
    [Man:] Im sick and tied of you so beware
    [Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
    [Man:] Oh, well, Ill come and cut thee
    [Birch:] Please, please, darling come to me
    [Man:] Oh, well, Ill come and cut thee
    [Birch:]
    Be my blacksmith to forge the new swords
    Be my staff for wild waters to cross
    Be my hop to bitter my drink
    Be my key to break wooden link
    Im your smithy to forge the new sword
    Im your way to the stallions of Njord
    Im your mare to ride through the night
    Im your birch tree with tears so bright
    Then he took an axe and exited the house
    Came to tall white tree and closed his eyes
    The girl came to him one and final time
    But he preferred to close his mind
    [Man:] Oh, well, I have come to thee
    Please, please, dont worry me
    Oh, well, I have come to thee
    Please, please, dont worry me
    His hands were above and her waist below
    Thus he embraced her in moment slow
    The cold iron passed into her heart
    When his eyes had opened they were apart
    So he turned to mirror again and again
    Blood on his axe, blood on his hands
    Grinning and laughing he came to the wood
    Hanged himself - now hes ravens food
    [Man:] Now you will never come to me
    [Birch:] Oh, well, good night to thee
    [Man:] Now you will never come to me
    [Birch:] Oh, well, good night to thee
    No one now lives in a small house of wood
    Nothing there is, so the tale ends good
    [ Of Ye Birch Tree Slain Lyrics ]
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