下载 "Willow - Taylor Swift (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)"

▶ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5y6mZ6yCKWFZOJZKl2WM5i ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin Happy New Year! Hopefully this is no longer the winter of our discontent, and you are all doing well. I took a bit of a breather over Christmas break, and by that I mean I started several songs and wasn't satisfied enough to post them. Then I came across Taylor Swift's new song and decided to give it the Bardcore treatment. No groundbreaking lyrical genius on my part here, but if you can spot the reference to one of my all time favourite fantasy movies, you win 10 points! Also, I was very excited to take my new Tony Dixon low D whistle for a spin. (Not sponsored, just a fan) As for the art, I couldn't find a single manuscript with a usable willow, so I drew this one myself. I also painted the lady, who is based on an image from an illustrated manuscript of Le Roman de la Rose entitled Husband and Wife as Equals. Lyrics: I am like the water when thy ship roll’d in that night Rough on the surface, but thou cut’st through like a knife And if we were not bound by fate, Ne’er would have known from the look on thy face Lost in thy current like a priceless wine The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man Life was a willow and it bent before thy wind Head on the pillow, I could feel thee stealing in As if thou wert a mythical thing, A chalice from the palace or a champion ring There was one prize I would die to win The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man Thou knowest my ship could bear thee home Anywhere else is hollow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man Life was a willow, and it bent before thy wind I am scorned time and time again Life was a willow, and it bent before thy wind Yet I return like an old refrain Wait for the signal, I shall meet thee after dark Down by the tree where my name and mine are carv’d Now we two are bound by fate Belike I might have known from the look on thy face Every facade was a work of art The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man Thou knowest my ship could bear thee home Anywhere else is hollow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man I know that my ship could bear thee home Anywhere else is hollow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man