Текст песни Monument

I never wrote you a love song
Somehow words could not express what I needed to say
And so I never wrote you a love song
And now it's much, much too late 'cause you've gone away

But I will build this monument
To remember all the love we once had
And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be
I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am
And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me
You stopped loving me

So I wish that I'd had written you a love song
And somehow you understood what it feels to be me
Becuase the Angel loves the sprite forever
And does it unconditionally

But I will build this monument
To remember all the love we once had
And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be
I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am
And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me
You stopped loving me

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful --- a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
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I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
'I love thee true.'

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd --- ah! woe betide! ---
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried --- 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering;
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.