Judy Collins - Anathea

Lo, lo, lo
Lazlo Feher stole a stallion
Stole him from the misty mountain
And they chased him and they caught him
And in iron chains they bound him

Word was sent to Anathea
That her brother was in prison
Bring me gold and six fine 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 are your sweet favors

Anathea, oh, my sister
Are you mad with grief and sorrow
He will rob you of your honor
And he'll hang me from the gallows

Anathea did not heed him
Straight way to the judge went running
In his righteous arms at midnight
There she heard the gallows groaning

Anathea, Anathea
Don't go out into the forest
There among the green pines standing
You will find your brother hanging
Lo, lo, lo
Lo, lo, lo
Lazlo Feher stole a stallion
Stole him from the misty mountain
And they chased him and they caught him
And in iron chains they bound him

Word was sent to Anathea
That her brother was in prison
Bring me gold and six fine 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 are your sweet favors

Anathea, oh, my sister
Are you mad with grief and sorrow
He will rob you of your honor
And he'll hang me from the gallows

Anathea did not heed him
Straight way to the judge went running
In his righteous arms at midnight
There she heard the gallows groaning

Anathea, Anathea
Don't go out into the forest
There among the green pines standing
You will find your brother hanging
Lo, lo, lo

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