Anathea (LP Version)

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Lazlo Feher stole a stallion

Stole him from the misty mountain

And they chased him and they caught him

And in iron chains they bound him

Word was brought to Anathea

That her brother was in prison

Bring me gold and six fine horses

I will buy my brother's freedom

Judge oh judge please spare my brother

I will give you gold and silver

I don't want your gold and silver

All I want are your sweet favours

Anathea oh my sister

Are you mad with grief and sorrow

He will rob you of your flower

And he'll hang me from the gallows

Anathea did not heed him

Straightway to the judge went running

In his golden bed at midnight

There she heard the gallows groaning

Cursed be that judge so cruel

Thirteen years may he lie bleeding

Thirteen doctors cannot cure him

Thirteen shelves of *** can't heal him

Anathea Anathea

Don't go out into the forest

There among the green pines standing

You will find your brother hanging

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