Video Alaric de Monica Richards 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Monica Richards - Alaric Lyrics

Our power is pass'd, our spells have been cast
And penitent now for life art thou
Thy spells were sure, for now peace secure
Doth bless king Alaric's bed,
— But it is the peace of the dead.

For down went the king, and his palace, and all

And already in his hall are the flag-reeds tall,
And the long green rushes grow.
Then take thy bride to thy cloister'd bed,
— But it is the place of the dead.

And oft from our boat on a Summer's eve
Sweet music is heard to flow.
As we push from the side of the Blue-Lake's tide
Where the long green rushes grow
And the waters now o'er it flow,
Above king Alaric's head,
— But it is the place of the dead.