A Death In Fotheringay (Remastered)

Lush strings and lute establish a 17th-century atmosphere, joined by subtle harpsichord flourishes, The arrangement is intimate, emphasizing minor harmonies and sparse textures, Mature, hesitant female vocals weave above gentle continuo, building emotional depth, then resolving softly

[Verse 1] Grey stone Wet moss Cold breath Chapel cross Name carved half away Death in Fotheringay Black cloak Brass key Priest shakes Won’t meet me Candles lean and sway Death in Fotheringay [Chorus] Lay me down in Fotheringay Turn my face from rising day Let the crows take what they may Death in Fotheringay All the sins I couldn’t say Wash them out with winter rain If they ask I walked away Death in Fotheringay [Verse 2] Three knocks Oak door Bare feet on freezing floor Sister starts to pray Hands won’t go away Silver cup Red wine Time slips out of time Clock chimes Hearts fray Death in Fotheringay [Chorus] Lay me down in Fotheringay Turn my face from rising day Let the crows take what they may Death in Fotheringay All the words I couldn’t say Tie them to the weather vane If they ask Just say I strayed Death in Fotheringay [Bridge] I see fields I never walked Faces I betrayed Hear a voice that sounds like mine Say it’s all too late (oh) [Chorus] Lay me down in Fotheringay Turn my face from rising day Let the crows take what they may Death in Fotheringay If there’s mercy in this place Let it come Then fade away Leave a stone Forget my name Death in Fotheringay

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