THE RING
WhenI was flying before the KingIn the wood of Valognes in my hiding,Although I had not anythingI sent a woman a golden ring.A Ring of the Moors beyond LeonWith emerald and with diamond stone,And a writing no man ever had known,And an opal standing all alone.The shape of the ring the heart to bind:The emerald turns from cold to kind:The writing makes her sure to find:—But the evil opal changed her mind.Now when the King was dead, was he,I came back hurriedly over the seaFrom the long rocks in NormandyTo Bosham that is by Selsey.And we clipt each other knee to knee.But what I had was lost to me.
WhenI was flying before the KingIn the wood of Valognes in my hiding,Although I had not anythingI sent a woman a golden ring.A Ring of the Moors beyond LeonWith emerald and with diamond stone,And a writing no man ever had known,And an opal standing all alone.The shape of the ring the heart to bind:The emerald turns from cold to kind:The writing makes her sure to find:—But the evil opal changed her mind.Now when the King was dead, was he,I came back hurriedly over the seaFrom the long rocks in NormandyTo Bosham that is by Selsey.And we clipt each other knee to knee.But what I had was lost to me.
WhenI was flying before the KingIn the wood of Valognes in my hiding,Although I had not anythingI sent a woman a golden ring.
WhenI was flying before the King
In the wood of Valognes in my hiding,
Although I had not anything
I sent a woman a golden ring.
A Ring of the Moors beyond LeonWith emerald and with diamond stone,And a writing no man ever had known,And an opal standing all alone.
A Ring of the Moors beyond Leon
With emerald and with diamond stone,
And a writing no man ever had known,
And an opal standing all alone.
The shape of the ring the heart to bind:The emerald turns from cold to kind:The writing makes her sure to find:—But the evil opal changed her mind.
The shape of the ring the heart to bind:
The emerald turns from cold to kind:
The writing makes her sure to find:—
But the evil opal changed her mind.
Now when the King was dead, was he,I came back hurriedly over the seaFrom the long rocks in NormandyTo Bosham that is by Selsey.And we clipt each other knee to knee.But what I had was lost to me.
Now when the King was dead, was he,
I came back hurriedly over the sea
From the long rocks in Normandy
To Bosham that is by Selsey.
And we clipt each other knee to knee.
But what I had was lost to me.