Judy Collins - Anathea lyrics

Lazlo Feher stole a stallion Stole him from the misty mountains And they chased him and they caught him And in iron chains they bound him Word was brought to Anathea That her brother was in prison "Bring me gold and six fine horses I will buy my brothers freedom" "Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother I will give you gold and silver" "I don't want your gold and silver All I want are your sweet favors" "Anathea, oh, my sister Are you mad with grief and sorrow? He will rob you of your flower And he'll hang me from the gallows" Anathea did not heed him Straight away to the judge went running In his golden bed at midnight There she heard the gallows groaning "Cursed be that judge, so cruel Thirteen years may he lie bleeding Thirteen doctors cannot cure him Thirteen shelves of d** can't heal him" "Anathea, Anathea Don't go out into the forest There among the green pines standing You will find your brother hanging"