Fool's Mate Lyrics

Song	Fool's Mate
Artist	Bert Jansch
Album	Crimson Moon
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	作词 : Jansch
	The Black Knight surveys all before him
	His charger is thumping the ground
	High on a hill the high Bishop looks down
	From his men to the horses
	Not a whisper of sound
	They're all dressed for the battle
	And their colours fly high
	And flutter in the wind
	The White Queen her face red with anger
	Turns to her left and her right
	To the men of the King's Knight she screams and yells
	Let them know that you come from the fires of Hell.
	And we'll give them a fight
	Like a black painted shadow
	Unmoved and unhurried
	One look from her eye and her kingsmen they roar
	And into the battle Iike never before
	The King's bishop he moves his men forward
	To guard his knight's men up ahead
	For fear of the Queen and Iove for their King
	They'll fight till they win or they'll fight till they're dead
	Like a black hare that's chased by the Devil
	O'er the battlefield she flies like the wind
	She turns and looks down the path to her prey
	This time she swears that you can't get away
	Nobody can save you
	And there's nothing can stop me
	l will have my way
	... five, six, seven, eight...
	We're counting the dying the dead and bereaved
	And some of the living you'd never believe
	For they ain't got no arms and they ain't got no heads
	And the cost of this war here is written in red.
	l am the joker, my friend is the Fool
	He's been playing the fool since he started at school
	When the battle is over and the reckoning's done
	We'II sing you a song and we'll tell you who's won.
	We sing for the King and we dance for the Queen
	We fall and tumble never question our fate
	For he's never early and I'm never late
	When he's playing the tool then l am the fool's mate.

	zuo ci : Jansch
	The Black Knight surveys all before him
	His charger is thumping the ground
	High on a hill the high Bishop looks down
	From his men to the horses
	Not a whisper of sound
	They' re all dressed for the battle
	And their colours fly high
	And flutter in the wind
	The White Queen her face red with anger
	Turns to her left and her right
	To the men of the King' s Knight she screams and yells
	Let them know that you come from the fires of Hell.
	And we' ll give them a fight
	Like a black painted shadow
	Unmoved and unhurried
	One look from her eye and her kingsmen they roar
	And into the battle Iike never before
	The King' s bishop he moves his men forward
	To guard his knight' s men up ahead
	For fear of the Queen and Iove for their King
	They' ll fight till they win or they' ll fight till they' re dead
	Like a black hare that' s chased by the Devil
	O' er the battlefield she flies like the wind
	She turns and looks down the path to her prey
	This time she swears that you can' t get away
	Nobody can save you
	And there' s nothing can stop me
	l will have my way
	. . . five, six, seven, eight. . .
	We' re counting the dying the dead and bereaved
	And some of the living you' d never believe
	For they ain' t got no arms and they ain' t got no heads
	And the cost of this war here is written in red.
	l am the joker, my friend is the Fool
	He' s been playing the fool since he started at school
	When the battle is over and the reckoning' s done
	We' II sing you a song and we' ll tell you who' s won.
	We sing for the King and we dance for the Queen
	We fall and tumble never question our fate
	For he' s never early and I' m never late
	When he' s playing the tool then l am the fool' s mate.

	zuò cí : Jansch
	The Black Knight surveys all before him
	His charger is thumping the ground
	High on a hill the high Bishop looks down
	From his men to the horses
	Not a whisper of sound
	They' re all dressed for the battle
	And their colours fly high
	And flutter in the wind
	The White Queen her face red with anger
	Turns to her left and her right
	To the men of the King' s Knight she screams and yells
	Let them know that you come from the fires of Hell.
	And we' ll give them a fight
	Like a black painted shadow
	Unmoved and unhurried
	One look from her eye and her kingsmen they roar
	And into the battle Iike never before
	The King' s bishop he moves his men forward
	To guard his knight' s men up ahead
	For fear of the Queen and Iove for their King
	They' ll fight till they win or they' ll fight till they' re dead
	Like a black hare that' s chased by the Devil
	O' er the battlefield she flies like the wind
	She turns and looks down the path to her prey
	This time she swears that you can' t get away
	Nobody can save you
	And there' s nothing can stop me
	l will have my way
	. . . five, six, seven, eight. . .
	We' re counting the dying the dead and bereaved
	And some of the living you' d never believe
	For they ain' t got no arms and they ain' t got no heads
	And the cost of this war here is written in red.
	l am the joker, my friend is the Fool
	He' s been playing the fool since he started at school
	When the battle is over and the reckoning' s done
	We' II sing you a song and we' ll tell you who' s won.
	We sing for the King and we dance for the Queen
	We fall and tumble never question our fate
	For he' s never early and I' m never late
	When he' s playing the tool then l am the fool' s mate.

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