Робин Гуд / Robin Hood

Здесь и ниже привожу английский текст песен, на случай, что театр захочет взять свой вариант:

How many months in a year, my love?

There are thirteen, I would not lie…

But the sweetest month in all the year

Is the month one does not die.

Twas one fine day in a time long past

When the Sheriff and his men

In the forest dark had lost their way

With the fair maid Marian,

With the fair maid Marian.

What you hear in the wood, my love?

What make your face so warn with care?

I saw my love all dressed in white.

I heard the leaves a Whispering there.

That death is a song so sweet, my love.

That death is a song so sweet.

Within the forest dark and deep

Among the gnarled and twisted woods

Among the fallen cherry trees

The lady sits alone and broods.

I wish you were in

The wild wood deep.

I wish you were in the sea,

I wish you were in

The bottom of Hell

And far away from me

And far away from me.

The Moon rose up

And the wood was full

Of shadows things come out to play

And while she lay

Staring at the sky

Her lover crept far away, my love,

Her lover crept far away.