Peggy Lee - Nine Thorny Thickets lyrics
[Peggy Lee - Nine Thorny Thickets lyrics]
All this I was doing over a man
In loneliness going across the bare moor
And through the blind night
In the pitch of the darkness
Lost from the high road
Through many riched fields
Down slopes that were soggy
Over stubble and furrow
With stumble and sorrow
Through nine thorny thickets by
Ruined old forts to the brow of the mountain
And missing the box and
Their green habitation
Whose hateful companions circled around me
A fighter betrayed in the thick of the battle
A girl in a jail, a girl in a jail
But worse than the fogs of all desolation
Were the spirit's of evil circling around mе
And my crossing and praying
My charming and rhyme of little avail
This took a long time, but at last
I lookеd up and there were the stars
Like cherries, they were
In the orchard of night
All yellow and red, all shining and bright
The sparks of the bonfires
For seven dear saints
The gems of the host and
The harness of heaven
The pickets of embers whose orbit's are long
And wind cannot take them
Wind cannot take them
I stopped in my tracks, "look you" I said
This is over and done he has got to be told
God forgive me the telling
I'll travel no more
To the door of his dwelling
I'll travel no more through any such goings
Nor block my good acts
On the face of the stone
In loneliness going across the bare moor
And through the blind night
In the pitch of the darkness
Lost from the high road
Through many riched fields
Down slopes that were soggy
Over stubble and furrow
With stumble and sorrow
Through nine thorny thickets by
Ruined old forts to the brow of the mountain
And missing the box and
Their green habitation
Whose hateful companions circled around me
A fighter betrayed in the thick of the battle
A girl in a jail, a girl in a jail
But worse than the fogs of all desolation
Were the spirit's of evil circling around mе
And my crossing and praying
My charming and rhyme of little avail
This took a long time, but at last
I lookеd up and there were the stars
Like cherries, they were
In the orchard of night
All yellow and red, all shining and bright
The sparks of the bonfires
For seven dear saints
The gems of the host and
The harness of heaven
The pickets of embers whose orbit's are long
And wind cannot take them
Wind cannot take them
I stopped in my tracks, "look you" I said
This is over and done he has got to be told
God forgive me the telling
I'll travel no more
To the door of his dwelling
I'll travel no more through any such goings
Nor block my good acts
On the face of the stone