Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Elf Knight, artist - Steeleye Span. Album song The Essential Steeleye Span: Catch Up, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Record label: Park
Song language: English
The Elf Knight |
The elf-knight sits on yonder hill |
Fine flowers in the valley |
He blows his horn both loud and shrill |
As the rose is blown |
He blows it East, he blows it West |
Fine flowers in the valley |
He blows it where he liketh best |
As the rose is blown |
Lady Isabel sits a-sewing |
Fine flowers in the valley |
When she heard the elf-knight's horn a-blowing |
As the rose is blown |
'Would I had that horn a-blowing' |
Fine flowers in the valley |
'And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosom' |
As the rose is blown |
Scarcely had she these words spoken |
Fine flowers in the valley |
When in at the window the elf-knight's broken |
As the rose is blown |
'It's a very strange matter, fair maid' said he Fine flowers in the valley |
'I cannot blow my horn, but you call on me' |
As the rose is blown |
'But will you go to the greenwood side?" |
Fine flowers in the valley |
'If you will not go, I’ll cause you to ride' |
As the rose is blown |
He leapt on his horse and she on another |
Fine flowers in the valley |
And they rode on to the greenwood together |
As the rose is blown |
'Light down, light down, Isabel' said he Fine flowers in the valley |
'For we’re come to the place where you are to die' |
As the rose is blown |
'It's seven kings daughters, here have I slain' |
Fine flowers in the valley |
'And you shall be the eighth of them' |
As the rose is blown |
'Sit down a-while, lay your head on my knee' |
Fine flowers in the valley |
'That we may rest before I die' |
As the rose is blown |
She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep |
Fine flowers in the valley |
And with a small charm, she’s lulled him to sleep |
As the rose is blown |
With his own sword-belt, so fast she’s bound him |
Fine flowers in the valley |
With his own dagger so sore she’s stabbed him |
As the rose is blown |
'If seven kings daughters here have you slain' |
Fine flowers in the valley |
'Then lie you here, a husband to them all' |
As the rose is blown |