Alasdair Roberts - The Daemon Lover lyrics

'Where have you been my long, long love These seven long years or more? I'm seeking for my former vows You gave to me before' 'Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows For they will breed sad strife Hold your tongue of your former vows For I'm become a wife' He's turned him right and round about And the salt tear blint his ee 'I never would have trodden on Irish ground But for the love of thee' 'If I should leave my dear husband And my two babes also What have you to take me to If I with you would go?' 'I've seven ships upon the sea And the eighth brought me to land With four and twenty mariners bold And music on command' She's put her foot on board the ship No mariners she beheld But the sails were of the taffeta And the masts of the beaten gold They had not sailed a league, a league A league but barely three Til dismal grew his countenance And drumly grew the sea They had not sailed a league, a league A league but barely three Until she saw his cloven foot And she wept most bitterly 'Leave off your weeping' then said he 'Of your weeping let me be And I'll show you how the lilies grow On the banks of Italy' 'What hill, what hill is thon I see As white as any snow?' 'Thon is the hill of heaven' he said Where all good people go 'What hill, what hill is thon I see As black as any coal?' 'Thon is the hill of hell' he said 'Where you and I must go' He struck the top mast with his hand And the main mast with his knee And he struck that gallant ship in two And he sunk her beneath the sea.