Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Moors”
- [lyrics by Harry Conklin] On the fields of our fathers land Marsh green pride of ENGLAND On the moors our fathers rest Their tales are not forgotten In the days of kings and honor knights defended pure hearts On the fields where our fathers rest Their tales are boldly spoken (LISTEN) Bend your ear in amazement Hear this tale from long ago Of magic and of madmen loves tangled web of woe One shining knight in silver Intentions pure as gold One maiden fair as moonlight Dressed in royal robes On the fields of our fathers land Marsh green pride of ENGLAND On the moors our fathers rest Their tales are not forgotten On these fields pure love is sought Yet vengeance has it's cruelty The search for truth and honor Is blinded by a beauty The lady of the lake holds the power of a nation A sword of valor held high above all else A royal maiden cries out her song of longing Longing for her shining knight to take her to the stars On these fields of green they lay Entwined in lovers union A brave knight knowing nothing more Than following his heart When the MOORS sing out their story A kings heart will be broken Broken by a lifelong friend And his bride they call the queen of wales Hold true to your heart Hold true to your soul Hold true to your country men Hold true and never falter Love will conquer all History has proved Kings and kingdoms crumble On the soft green MOORS of ENGLAND O'er the kings round table Jealousy rears its head Honor has no place this night The kings heart is filled with dread Excaliber the sword of truth Penetrates the soul It leaves a wound that never heals Now the queen will pay with her very soul A gallant knight will fight this day For queen and for honor Gladly ending all the strife Between a queen and king Once Morgana's spell is broken By this shining knight in silver Trading life's blood for his honor Is a brave Knights highest deed
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