The Unquiet Grave - Jan Pouska & Roxane Genot

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  • Опубликовано: 12 дек 2024

Комментарии • 17

  • @josecarlosbarbosaneto9937
    @josecarlosbarbosaneto9937 Месяц назад +1

    Why is this so perfect? ❤

  • @Isewein
    @Isewein 18 дней назад

    I keep discovering new texts for the Dives and Lazarus tune I had never heard before! Folk song traditions are so deep. Wonderful performance here!

    • @JanPouska
      @JanPouska  18 дней назад

      @@Isewein Thank you!

  • @seanervin6336
    @seanervin6336 5 лет назад +5

    these two are amazing together

  • @RunplaysinHD
    @RunplaysinHD 5 лет назад +4

    Very beautiful, best version of this classic

  • @paulmccormick6986
    @paulmccormick6986 5 лет назад +6

    I love this combination of guitar, vocals, and cello. Beautiful video also. I am looking forward to this being available on iTunes as well as all future releases for you two!

  • @seanervin6336
    @seanervin6336 5 лет назад +3

    would love to hear this song with roxanes voice as well

  • @janekalbinsky
    @janekalbinsky 3 года назад +2

    Beautiful! Thank you for posting!

    • @JanPouska
      @JanPouska  3 года назад

      Thanks a lot for your comment.

  • @paulmccormick6986
    @paulmccormick6986 5 лет назад +1

    It is on iTunes already. Great duo!

  • @milahtis7951
    @milahtis7951 3 года назад +2

    This is so beautiful

  • @billcarrow9373
    @billcarrow9373 3 года назад +1

    Great version...

  • @rafaeldeoliveirapuritta3289
    @rafaeldeoliveirapuritta3289 2 года назад

    Awesome music!

  • @gleipnirfenrisulfr2860
    @gleipnirfenrisulfr2860 3 года назад +2

    Cold blows the wind to my true love,
    And gently drops the rain.
    I've only had but one true love,
    And in green-wood she lies slain.
    I'll do as much for my true love,
    As any young man may,
    I'll sit and mourn all on her grave,
    For a twelve months and a day.
    When twelve months and a day was passed,
    The ghost begun speak,
    "Why sittest here all on my grave
    And will no let me sleep?"
    "There's one thing that I want sweetheart,
    There's one thing that I crave,
    And that is a kiss form your lily white lips,
    Then I'll go form your grave."
    "My lips they are as cold as clay,
    My breath smells earthy strong,
    And if you kiss my clay cold lips,
    You're days they won't be long".
    "Go fetch me water from the desert,
    And blood from out a stone,
    Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
    That young man never had known."
    " 'Twas down in Cupid's garden,
    Where you and I would walk,
    The finest flower that e'er I saw
    Is withered to a stalk."
    "The stalk has withered and dry, sweetheart,
    The flower will ne'er return,
    And since I lost my own true love,
    What can I do but mourn."
    "When shall we meet again, sweetheart,
    When shall we meet again?"
    "E'er the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
    Are green and spring up again."