La belle dame sans merci Marianne Faithfull (Ft. Warren Ellis)

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake
And no birds sing

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest's done

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever-dew
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too

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 looked at me as she did love
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song