Lord Baker
A traditional ballad collected in Ireland, bearing similarities to the English ballad, "Lord Bateman." It's rendered here by Kristianne Gale. The poem is by Krikmöklet Egelanaard.
Does wanderlust deliver us to our fate? To his death, nearly, was Nobleman North. Of all the gold that shines outside waits Inside is denied, stronger the wine defines The compact. For two who would have never met, But lord to eastward, westward wandered, Then she to south and north so favored, That she would knock upon his castle After seven years and seven more, To stumble upon the new brides nuptials--that she The old love, shrined in Ottoman gold, should hold A slice of wedding cake before the new love consummate? And what are steps to lords in love, But trifles to easily fly? From fate to fate we wander. Some vows in love are stronger.
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So beautiful. This voice, these words, the smooth silk of the instrument. A gift upon my day, surely.