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THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER

I glimpsed her prick her hand on the thorn of a bramble
I felt an arrow inside, just like I was pierced
To the farthest ends of my father’s kingdom I’d rambled
And no other thing had appeared so noble to me

I’ve got no more rocking horse in my room, no nurse at my bedside
My father claims I’m old enough to find me a wife
From far and wide he called a crowd of women
white as ermines
But I know my love is sleeping on a bed of straw

The guard is drunken, the moon is blushing
The window’s open, the king is snoring
And if I had a braid to throw, I’d throw it to her
The gardener’s daughter’s got guillotine eyes
But I’d give my neck, I would give it twice
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow

Maybe I’m a fool to refuse a cold mine for an orchard
For a little single bite of a forbidden fruit
Oh clattering wind, you that never doubt or linger
Roll over the moat and bring these few words to her
Please you’ve got to tell her…

That the guard is drunken, the moon is blushing
The window’s open, the king is snoring
And if I had a braid to throw, I’d throw it to her
The gardener’s daughter’s got guillotine eyes
I’d give my neck, I would give it twice
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow

Oh doctor, come and cut apart
This evil gap between my blood and heart
As the latter soars the former tries to keep it down
If my father knew ’bout my disease
He’d just send me to some colony
Gotta find a cure, gotta find it here and now

Now the guard is drunken, the moon is blushing
The window’s open, the king is snoring
If I had a braid to throw I’d throw it to her
The gardener’s daughter’s got guillotine eyes
I’d give my neck, I would give it twice
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow

Click here for the translation in Italian

I saw her while she pricked her hand with a bramble thorn
I felt an arrow inside, just as if I had been pierced
I had wandered to the farthest edges of my father's kingdom
And nothing else had ever seemed so noble to me

I no longer have rocking horses in my room, no more nannies at my bedside
My father claims I am old enough to find a wife
From everywhere he has called a multitude of women
white as ermines
But I know that my love sleeps on a bed of straw

The guard is drunk, the moon is turning red
The window is open, the king is yawning
And if I had a braid to throw, I would throw it to her
The gardener's daughter has guillotine eyes
But I would risk my neck, I would risk it twice
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow

Maybe I'm foolish to refuse a cold mine for an orchard
For just one, small bite of forbidden fruit
Oh wind of chimes, who never doubts or lingers
Roll across the river and bring her these few words
Please tell her...

That the guard is drunk, the moon is turning red
The window is open, the king is yawning
And if I had a braid to throw, I would throw it to her
The gardener's daughter has guillotine eyes
I would risk my neck, I would risk it twice
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow

Oh doctor, run, and cut away
This ugly obstruction between my blood and my heart
When the second takes flight, the first brings it down
If my father knew about my illness
He would send me to some colony
I must find a cure, I must find it here and now

Now the guard is drunk, the moon is turning red
The window is open, the king is yawning
If I had a braid to throw, I would throw it to her
The gardener's daughter has guillotine eyes
I would risk my neck, I would risk it twice
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow
To have those guillotine eyes on my pillow

THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com