Anathea

Words by Lydia Wood
Music by Neil Roth
(Judy Collins)

Am
Lazlathea stole a stallion
Dm                 Am
Stole him from the Misty Mountain
Dm                   Am
And they chased him, and they caught him,
G      Bm               Dm
And in iron chains they bound him.

Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison.
"Give me gold and six white 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 save him,
Thirteen shelves of drugs won't heal him.

Anathea, Anathea
Don't go out into the forest,
There, among the green pines standing,
You will find your brother hanging.


On Judy Collins #3 album, Elektra, 1964