Lazlo Feher stole a stallion,
Stole it from the misty mountains
And they chased him and they caught him
And in iron chains they bound him
Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison.
"Bring me gold and six white horses, I will buy my brothers freedom.
"Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother, I will give you gold and silver."
"I don't want your gold and silver,
All I want is your sweet favors."
Anathea, oh, my sister,
Are you mad with grief and sorrow? He will rob you of your flower,
And he'll hang me from the gallows.
Anathea did not heed him,
Straight way to the judge went running. In his golden bed at midnight, There she heard the gallows groaning.
Cursed be that judge so cruel
Thirteen years may he lie bleeding
Thirteen doctors cannot cure him
Thirteen shelves of drugs can't heel him
"Anathea, Anathea,
Don't go out into the forest.
There among the green pines standing, You will find your brother hanging."
The Deep Dark Woods - Anathea Lyrics
The Deep Dark Woods - Anathea Lyrics
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Lazlo Feher stole a stallion,
Stole it from the misty mountains
And they chased him and they caught him
And in iron chains they bound him
Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison.
"Bring me gold and six white horses, I will buy my brothers freedom.
"Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother, I will give you gold and silver."
"I don't want your gold and silver,
All I want is your sweet favors."
Anathea, oh, my sister,
Are you mad with grief and sorrow? He will rob you of your flower,
And he'll hang me from the gallows.
Anathea did not heed him,
Straight way to the judge went running. In his golden bed at midnight, There she heard the gallows groaning.
Cursed be that judge so cruel
Thirteen years may he lie bleeding
Thirteen doctors cannot cure him
Thirteen shelves of drugs can't heel him
"Anathea, Anathea,
Don't go out into the forest.
There among the green pines standing, You will find your brother hanging."
Stole it from the misty mountains
And they chased him and they caught him
And in iron chains they bound him
Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison.
"Bring me gold and six white horses, I will buy my brothers freedom.
"Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother, I will give you gold and silver."
"I don't want your gold and silver,
All I want is your sweet favors."
Anathea, oh, my sister,
Are you mad with grief and sorrow? He will rob you of your flower,
And he'll hang me from the gallows.
Anathea did not heed him,
Straight way to the judge went running. In his golden bed at midnight, There she heard the gallows groaning.
Cursed be that judge so cruel
Thirteen years may he lie bleeding
Thirteen doctors cannot cure him
Thirteen shelves of drugs can't heel him
"Anathea, Anathea,
Don't go out into the forest.
There among the green pines standing, You will find your brother hanging."
Writer: Traditional
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC