Middle Ages SAM MIL

Mich Sampson & Marilisa Valtazanou

Middle Ages

Copyright © by Mich Sampson & Marilisa Valtazanou
Lyrics by Marilisa Valtazanou
Music by Mich Sampson
Song posted by permission of the artists

Robin walks down to the place by the river
Where once he first kissed his maid fair.
He stoops down and frowns at his face in the water,
(and) thinks "Lovely, another grey hair.
Is it time that I hung up my bow and my quiver?
Have I uttered my very last 'Stand and deliver!'?"
but the breeze breaks the glass with a rippling shiver
and he looks, but he's no longer there.

Marian slowly walks down through the forest
her long silver hair in a braid.
"Am I still the girl that the legends have sung of?"
she wonders, and feels herself fade.
"Is it time to step down from a younger girl's throne?
I was too busy living to see how time's flown
- the silent glissando from maiden to crone."
Is she ready? Or is she afraid?

And down at the inn all the merry men gather
in their musty and quaint Sunday best.
They're raising their tankards to old Friar Tuck
whose bones they have just laid to rest.
And Little John leans down to Alan-a-Dale
whose shaking hands never stopped strumming,
says "somehow each one of us knew this must come,
and somehow not one saw it coming..."

Instrumental

The village's children run in with a whoop
In their eyes, time is endless and vast
Robin and Marian look at themselves
in a mirror that points to the past:
at the young girls and boys with their chirruping cries
with their bows in their hands and with stars in their eyes
and, oh, how those smiles take their hearts by surprise!
And they know that the legends will last.

Robin Hood sinks into Marian's eyes
where the crows' feet touch kindness and light.
she tells him "The rich are still rich, but the poor,
oh, they're richer by far for your fight."
And the pipe and the tabor ring out through the woods,
the fire's kept burning, and everything's good
and Marian's hand closes round Robin Hood's
as they slowly walk into the night.