Heather Dale
Heather Dale - Sir Gawain And The Green Knight songtekst
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Een bekend Arthur verhaal.
Sir Gawain, een Ronde Tafel ridder, vecht met de Green Knight (de groene ridder, omdat hij in het groen gekleed was) die strijdt met een bijl. Gawein onthoofd hem. De Green Knight raapt zijn hoofd op en zegt dat hij na een jaar en een dag terugkomt. Het hele verhaal is te lezen op o.a. Wikipedia.
Van het verhaal zijn meerdere versies bekend.
New Year's Day, dawning wet on Britain's shore King's hall roused by a pounding on the door A giant knight dressed in green, never seen before Hefts an axe and holds it high and lets a challenge roar: "You craven men, may fear dishonour but you fear my vengeance more" That's fear that chills you like a wraith And it's doubt you gird about your waist It's rare the man who'll hold to faith And face me in the morning Sir Gawain, pagan prince of northern isles Shouted, "Shame on you brothers! On your silence!" Took the axe and struck his blow, brought the giant low Raised his head and held it high and met the giant's eye And cried, "I'll meet your vengeance in a year and we'll see who'll die, You or I" That's fear that chills you like a wraith But hope you gird about your waist It's rare the man who'll hold to faith And face me in the morning Summer gone and Gawain leaves upon his quest Five point star, sign of faith upon his chest Seeks his foe, travels west, not knowing where to go No clue until a baroness has promised aid to show But only if he stay as guest within her bower three days, no less That's fear that chills you like a wraith But hope you gird about your waist It's rare the man who'll hold to faith And face me in the morning She plays the maid but vain the baroness' hope Gawain's not swayed, another lady holds his oath She offers body, offers land, but each advance is spurned She puts a belt into his hand: a gift of magic earned by constancy In face of all temptation, to his given word That's fear that chills you like a wraith But hope you gird about your waist It's rare the man who'll hold to faith And face me in the morning New Year's Day, dawning wet on Britain's shore Gawain meets the same green knight once more A man who laughs and gives his hand instead of Charon's fee Gawain at last perceives his god and bends a reverent knee "Take and wear my Lady's belt", the Green Man gladly cries "And see to it you serve us well in all the paths of life Be constant and be faithful, wear that belt for all to see" That a man came here for justice and he left here blessed by me Left here blessed by me Left here blessed by me