Letras de The Queen of the Moors - Skyclad

The Queen of the Moors (original)

Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors
She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors
Her apples were tart blackberries, her currants pods o’broom
Her wine was the dew of the wild white rose, her book a churchyard tomb
Her brothers were the craggy hills, her sisters larchen trees
Alone with her great family, she did as she did please
Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, sh lived all out of doors
She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the
moors
No breakfast has she many a morn, no dinner many a noon
Instead of supper she would stare, full hard against the moon
But every morn with woodbine fresh, she made her garlanding
And every night the dark glen yew she wove, and she would sing
Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors
She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors
Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors
She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the
moors
Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors
She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors
Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors
She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the
moors
Rare she was the queen of the moors

(traducción)

Ahora Meg era una doncella gitana, su casa estaba al aire libre
Era tan alta como una amazona, rara vez era la reina de los moros
Sus manzanas eran moras ácidas, sus grosellas, vainas de escoba
Su vino era el rocío de la rosa blanca silvestre, su libro una tumba en el cementerio
Sus hermanos eran las colinas escarpadas, sus hermanas los árboles de alerce
Sola con su gran familia, hizo lo que quiso
Brave Meg, ella era una feria gitana, vivía al aire libre
Llevaba una vieja capa de manta roja, iba y venía hacía la reina de los
moros
No ha desayunado muchas mañanas, no ha cenado muchas tardes
En lugar de la cena ella miraría fijamente, completamente dura contra la luna
Pero todas las mañanas con madera fresca, ella hizo su guirnalda
Y cada noche tejía el oscuro glen tejo, y ella cantaba
Ahora Meg era una doncella gitana, su casa estaba al aire libre
Era tan alta como una amazona, rara vez era la reina de los moros
Valiente Meg, era una feria gitana, vivía al aire libre
Llevaba una vieja capa de manta roja, iba y venía hacía la reina de los
moros
Meg era una doncella gitana, su casa estaba al aire libre
Era tan alta como una amazona, rara vez era la reina de los moros
Meg era una feria gitana, vivía toda al aire libre
Llevaba una vieja capa de manta roja, iba y venía hacía la reina de los
moros
Rara ella era la reina de los moros