The Captive Song Of Mary Steward Songtext

von Celtic Folk

I
Though I was crowned a french princess
My day was quickly done.
I trailed my child with the royal dress
In the Paris sun
My husband was to be your king
But'd a little child,
And I was send without my rake
Back to Scotland wild.

Chorus
Oh,Mary Mother hear my prayer
My cousin is a queen
Most powerful though not so fair
As I have always been.

II
In Scotland fall I'm into love
A love if not alike.
We killed eachother for my glove,
With knife or sword or pike.
But I took one to husband there,
So pretty slim it's spoiled
With velvet eyes and gilded hair,
He fatherd me a child.

Chorus
Oh,Mary Mother hear my prayer
My cousin is a queen
Most powerful though not so fair
As I have always been.

III
From this high window seems the earth
A dessert or a storm
A spiteful son I brought to birth
Who'll sit the English Throne.
To rule where I have never stood.
To rule when I am dead,
Will not remember of my good,
Nor any word I said.

Chorus
Oh,Mary Mother hear my prayer
My cousin is a queen
Most powerful though not so fair
As I have always been.

IV
Oh God, it is an empty thing
For I'm gone mad for love,
To want it more than be a king,
In the royal world above.
And I was once a french princess,
But that was quickly done.
I trailed my child with it's purple dress,
In the Paris sun