Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monument, artist - The Crüxshadows.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Monument |
I never wrote you a love song |
Somehow words could not express what I needed to say |
And so I never wrote you a love song |
And now it’s much, much too late 'cause you’ve gone away |
But I will build this monument |
To remember all the love we once had |
And I’ll close my eyes and make it how it used to be |
I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am |
And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me |
You stopped loving me |
So I wish that I’d had written you a love song |
And somehow you understood what it feels to be me |
Because the Angel loves the spirit forever |
And does it unconditionally |
But I will build this monument |
To remember all the love we once had |
And I’ll close my eyes and make it how it used to be |
I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am |
And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me |
You stopped loving me |
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 set her on my pacing steed |
And nothing else saw all day long; |
For sideways would she lean, and sing |
A faery’s song |
She found me roots of relish sweet |
And honey wild, and manna dew; |
And sure in language strange she said |
'I love thee true.' |
She took me to her elfin grot |
And there she wept and sighed full sore |
And there I shut her wild wild eyes |
With kisses four |
And there she lulled me asleep |
And there I dream’d --- ah! |
woe betide! |
--- |
The latest dream I ever dreamt |
On the cold hill side |
I saw pale kings, and princes too |
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; |
They cried --- 'La Belle Dame sans Merci |
Hath thee in thrall!' |
I saw their starved lips in the gloam |
With horrid warning gaped wide |
And I awoke, and found me here |
On the cold hill side |
And this is why I sojourn here |
Alone and palely loitering; |
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake |
And no birds sing |