Lyrics La Belle Dame Sans Merci - Mediaeval Baebes

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful a faery’s child
Her hair was long her foot was light
And her eyes were wild
I made a garland for her head
And bracelets too and fragrant zone
She look’d at me as she did love
And made sweet moan
I saw pale kings and princes too
Pale warriors death-pale were they all
Who cried «la belle dame sans merci hath thee in thrall»
She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild and manna dew
And sure in language strange she said
«I love thee true»
I saw pale kings and princes too
Pale warriors death-pale were they all
Who cried «la belle dame sans merci hath thee in thrall»
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed ah woe betide
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hill’s side