статистика каталог исполнителей песен  
песни: 61179
группы: 12214
  • A
  • B
  • C
  • D
  • E
  • F
  • G
  • H
  • I
  • J
  • K
  • L
  • M
  • N
  • O
  • P
  • Q
  • R
  • S
  • T
  • U
  • V
  • W
  • X
  • Y
  • Z
  • А
  • Б
  • В
  • Г
  • Д
  • Е
  • Ж
  • З
  • И
  • К
  • Л
  • М
  • Н
  • О
  • П
  • Р
  • С
  • Т
  • У
  • Ф
  • Х
  • Ц
  • Ч
  • Ш
  • Щ
  • Э
  • Ю
  • Я

  • В сети

    Популярные исполнители:

    Keneally Mike
    The Hombres
    Bennett Tony
    Meret Becker
    Marcia Griffiths
    Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
    The Honor System
    Over The Rhine
    Judy Collins
    Hannah Montana
    Living End
    Jan & Kjeld
    Morgan Debelah
    Jerry Butler
    Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
    Crush Luther
    Liwa Tom
    Hitchcock Russel
    Plant Robert
    Jordy Paul
    Rick Price
    Ashen Mortality
    Iha James
    Berurier Noir
    McKennitt Lorenna »

    McKennitt Lorenna The Lady of Shallot текст песни

    The Lady of Shallot

    On either side of the river lie
    Long fields of barley and of rye,
    That clothe the world and meet the sky;
    And thro’ the field the road run by
    To many-towered Camelot;
    And up and down the people go,
    Gazing where the lilies blow
    Round an island there below,
    The island of Shalott.

    Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
    Little breezes dusk and shiver
    Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
    By the island in the river
    Flowing down to Camelot.
    Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
    Overlook a space of flowers,
    And the silent isle imbowers
    The Lady of Shalott.

    Only reapers, reaping early,
    In among the bearded barley
    Hear a song that echoes cheerly
    From the river winding clearly
    Down to tower’d Camelot;
    And by the moon the reaper weary,
    Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
    Listening, whispers «’tis the fairy
    The Lady of Shalott.»

    There she weaves by night and day
    A magic web with colours gay,
    She has heard a whisper say,
    A curse is on her if she stay
    To look down to Camelot.
    She knows not what the curse may be,
    And so she weaveth steadily,
    And little other care hath she,
    The Lady of Shalott.

    And moving through a mirror clear
    That hangs before her all the year,
    Shadows of the world appear.
    There she sees the highway near
    Winding down to Camelot;

    Форма обратной связи