The Unfownden Eyland Songtext

von Fabrizio De Andrè

The Unfownden Eyland

It was the fayrest ava
The eyland left unfownden
That the Kynge of Spayne
Was giuen by hys cousin
The Kynge of Portugal
Wi' a braid letter sign'd
An' sealed by the Pope
In Gothic Latyn writynge

The Kynge of Spayn sail'd awa'
To seeke for that enchantyd eyland
But, alas! it wasna to bee fowndyn
An' nane coude euer fynde it
Ytt disappear?d frae th?forecastlle
As fast as thochte
As gin ytt were a fleetyng dreame
Ytt disappear?d ne?er to be found onie mair.

The ancyent maps of the pyrates
Are poynted with unknowne signes
The sea men tell it yn a low voyce
For feir or for supersticyoune
No one kens whether ytt is
Or ytt's a dreame
Gin you can sme' ytt in the wynde
Ytt is lyke smoke that you neuer catch...

Some time ytt doth appear
Magyque an? fayre in the miste
But gin the pilot sayle forth
Ytt will soare vp flyinge o?r unknown seas
So ytt wulle turne blue
The colowre of distaunce
The Kynge of Spayn sailed awaye.