Anathea (LP版) - Judy Collins (朱蒂·柯林斯) Lo lo lo Lazlo Feher stole a stallion Stole him from the misty mountain 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 brother's 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 favours 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 Straightway 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 drugs 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 Lo lo lo