Allerkæresten min (Original English version)

True love of mine

Lyrics by James Atkin

Lover can you speak to me
Lover, tell me true
Lover, can you raise you head
And tell me what to do

I watched you as you weakened
Watched the fever burn
Watched you as you sickened
Where now must I turn?

Tried I have to pray for you
Tried the healers hand
Tried making every offering
As the lord commands

I listened to the coughing fits
I saw the red blood come
I felt the fire within you
Then I knew what must be done

I ran into the courtyard
To implement my plan
Bring for me a horse good sir
The fastest that you can

Ride I shall, a night and day
Ride to the holy spring
And I shall gather summers waters
Of which the poets sing

Beauty always fades as sure as
Night shall follow day
But tomorrow there’s no darkness and
Death shall be kept at bay

I came up on the hillside
Where the sacred water runs
Pushed through all the cursed folk
Who prayed their God would come

I paid the priest his offering
Tied your charm upon the tree
And round the well I danced then
Danced around times three

I held aloft my cup then
Filled it was to over flow
I set off home at once then
Fast as I might go

No succour could I seek thereafter
I’d not risk the cost
Of it losing sight of heaven
And the waters power lost

Doubt it crept into my mind
On the journey home
Began to gnaw at my insides
As you laid there alone

Faith is what they say I need
Intentions pure and true
The book, the priest, they all agree
And so it must be true

The beggar and the wise man
The sick and fevered few
The withered and the dying
And all who joined the queue

To spend their monies on the waters
As tradition tells us to
When the sun is at its climax
Then what can we not do

Beauty always fades as sure as
Night shall follow day
But tomorrow there’s no darkness and
Death shall be kept at bay
Time and tide shall wait for no man
Death shall come to all
But I can stem the damage done
When darkness cannot fall !
Drink now this magic water
Three times take it down
Drink deep of this my lover
As proof of God’s renown

But death laid his claim upon you
I saw it in your sightless eyes
Oh I could not stop His messenger
From claiming you his prize