Steeleye Span - Lanercost lyrics

[Steeleye Span - Lanercost lyrics]

The priests go down to the river
To fish for Friday's meal
The King is brooding day and night
Black with hate, cursing fate
To be ill when the foe is in sight

The priests they kneel in the
Chancel in solemn peaceful prayer
The King is laughing, grim and slow
Three brothers die, he hung them high
On a gibbet they died a cruel show

Kyrie eleison
The priests they crouch o'er their books
And scratch away at history
The King he rises from his bed
Leads his men, rides again
But before he sees the border he is dead

The priests they walk in procession
With the coffin of state


The King he leaves his work undone
It is his fate, despite his hate
That his foe lives on to fight his son

Kyrie eleison christe eleison

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