| Bemerkung: habe alle texte vom inneren der entsprechenden LP-hlle
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| abgeschrieben! |
| dabei habe ich ~2,3 eindeutige druckfehler berichtigt.
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| ANGELO BRANDUARDI
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| «fables and fantasies»
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| The Stolen Bride
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| Three long nights and sleep eludes me Wait and watch and listen
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| But all I hear is the viper sliding
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| And hissing along the river
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| There I wrote this song I sing now
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| Darkly dressed with sorrow
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| About the bride who left her wedding
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| Slipped out… none saw none followed.
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| No one saw the extra guest
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| Beguile her to the threshold
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| With smiles and pretty words about the beauty of her dress
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| And persuade her from the feasting
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| So naive she followed him
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| She thought but for a moment
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| We waited her return till the candles burnt away
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| We searched… but none could find her
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| A fiddler present at the wedding
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| Was walking out next morning
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| When the strange guest appeared before him
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| Good day musician said he I know you search for one who’s missing
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| Vanished from her wedding
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| If you have a brave heart walk behind me And I will lead you to her
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| A boat as black as fishes bowels
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| He rode 'cross shrowded waters
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| Untill they came upon the waxen bride
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| In a dress of gold and silver
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| She bade the fiddler take her ring
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| Back safe to her beloved
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| And said here I remain and suffer not the world
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| No pain desire or hatred
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| The fiddler took the ring and turning
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| Had hardly walked but one step
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| When he heard a stiffled cry «Forgive me»
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| As the misty waters took her
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| Shining bright as summer light
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| The morning that she married
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| What unholy place was she taken to that day
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| And by what cold of darkness. |