Loreley Picture

"Oh, the stories
we were told,
Quite a vision to behold,
Mysteries of the seas
In her eyes of gold.
Laying on a silver stone,
Such a lonely sight,
Barnacles become a throne,
My poor Loreley...

And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

You would not believe your eyes,
How a voice could hypnotize,
Promises are only lies,
From Loreley.
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand,
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land..."
Blackmore's Night, Loreley lyrics

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