Bob Johnson - Pete Knight - The Request | Текст песни

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In their ruddy jackets of leather that reached to their knees, the men of Erl appeared before their Lord. He leaned in his carven chair and heard their spokesman. “For seven hundred years the chiefs of your race have ruled us well. And yet the generations stream away and there is no new thing.”

“What would you?” said the Lord. “We would be ruled by a magic Lord”, they said.

Grant us what we need it is our right of you,
Alveric, your son, must go in spite of you.
Beckon him in wondrous ways
To venture into timeless days,
Beyond the fields we know and into Elfland.

The King of Elfland's daughter is a woman grown,
Told of by the songs that faery winds have blown.
She will bear a magic son,
Alveric must be the one
To bring her here and give us all a magic Lord.

“So be it, our Lord has spoken,
Only the dark ones know all that magic brings,
So be it, our choice is foolish,
The Parliament of Erl knows only earthly things.”

“So be it, the answer to out need,
So be it, our Lord has agreed,
Turn your face towards that light that beats from Faeryland,
It's Elfland.”

A villager of Erl, Chris Farlowe
Drums, percussion, Nigel Pegrum
Bass, acoustic and electric guitars, Bob Johnson

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