Текст песни The Castle Far (Matthews Southern Comfort) с переводом

The night is cold, the castle far, the forest lies between

My mind runs on and conjures scenes of love that might have been

My steed is lame, my lance is broken, my helmet cleaved in twain

The perils of the battle’s past, the evil serpent slain

Perhaps the dawn will bring me home

And from the gates they’ll run

Keen hands will lift me from my horse

And fife will sound with drum

The night is cold, the castle far, my prize not love but fame

And she for whom the fight was won will never bear my name

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