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Preacher's Daughter

Preacher's Daughter

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Welcome stranger to the thicket of the woods
Don't be afraid of wolf tooth or a knife so crude
Through the fern and swamp spruce we are walking by
Pussy willow whispers lullaby
Sung long ago to ones who'd gone before

Once there lived a blacksmith in a village small
In his neighbourhood behind the strong stone walls
Lived a widowed preacher of an advanced age
Priceless treasure had the preacher:
Daughter of the sage like a bird in cage

Sing it loud to godless crowd
Don't mind whom they'll kill tonight
Impaled or just crucified
All right - he just deserved it

Preacher's daughter had blue eyes and golden hair
Pretty girl in graceful prudish lady's wear
In a garden had a walk with eyes cast down
Blacksmith fell in love with maiden
Never knew before how spoiled maidens were

Man you should have known what wants a woman each
Either tall birch-tree or little dirty bitch
Knocking at your backdoor or just pull your hair
Never listen to her words of love
Be deaf and blind don't let take your mind.

Sing it loud to godless crowd
Don't mind whom they'll kill tonight
Impaled or just crucified
All right - he just deserved it

Be my tonight darling
There will be no crying
There will be no lying
Ever after

Never'll be yours, bumpkin
Relax and fuck pumpkin
You're out of my ranking
Take your arms off

I'm nearly dying
Give me your hand darling
Or just one kiss darling
Put out wild fire

Relax and jerk doodle
All that you do's crudely
You'll never score noodle
Jack king off suited

No gentle words or crying
Rest in peace my darling
In my dream I see rising
Birch tree at your grave

Then he threw off knife and took oil-treated torch
Got his apron on and passed into his forge
Helped the flame to get onto the wooden walls
Raging fire took the village
Near the chapel bashed, preacher hammer smashed

No one lives there, no one cares of village small
Years had passed and there had grown a birch tree tall
When a stranger comes to spot where blacksmith lived
Birch tree sings a lullaby
He hangs himself in wood, another tale ends good

Sing it loud: another tale ends good

 

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Wykonanie oryginalne:

Wolfmare

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The Sacred Mushroom and the Crows

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