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• Artiste: Alasdair Roberts
• Titre: Hazel Forks
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Because my face betrayed a smile Because my smile betrayed my love I went down to the hazel grove And we'll all go down together The hazel forked three ways in my hand Three ways in my blood Three ways in my mind First became a flock of cranes They danced away in a Troy-Town maze Their shrieking frames made a chill refrain And they made a name unknown to man I will now reveal the name they made: “The asphodel and the lily red The daffodil has lost its head A bloom of dread, a bloom of dread The newlywed and the nearly dead” And they'll all go down together Next one frowned and he went down Then gave a laugh and forked up the path And flew away forever Next one cowered and drew away Then sprung back into my face Because my face betrayed a smile Because my smile betrayed some love I had to go down to the hazel grove Now we'll all go down together Only one more task to tackle Before we reach the final battle Loose the Earl o' Hell's belt-buckle Crumple down his trousers Here's the gifts of the infant suitor A cask of ash and a flask of pewter A map of the city of the future And a clutch of empty browsers Here's the dowry of the leper A walnut shell and a peck of pepper And an alder spray to carve a quiver For a gang of hazel dowsers They dowsed themselves into a tangle Called themselves a hazel bush They snarled so sweet and incomplete That they stole the heart of a little song thrush