Notes : Bonjour, pour vous expliquer l'idée, cette chanson est très inspirée de la chanson traditionnelle The Drowsy Sleeper. La version que je connais, qui est celle de The McDonnell Trio (Songbook), un groupe franco-irlandais, n'est pas disponible sur le net (en fait, les versions que j'ai écoutées n'ont pas les mêmes paroles ni la même mélodie). Elle me faisait penser à Gwaine très simplement parce que le chanteur lui ressemble un peu et qu'il a une très belle voix (et que c'est une de ces chansons d'amours malheureuses). Donc j'ai gardé la structure et quelques vers, j'ai changé les noms et réécrit quelques phrases, et ça a donné ça. Je ne savais pas trop quoi en faire, mais une amie m'a conseillé de le poster quand même. Pour faire vivre le Merwaine !
Hello. This is inspired by The Drowsy Sleeper (a traditional song). The version I know is from The McDonnell Trio, a french irish band, in their album Songbook. It's not available on the internet (actually the Drowsy Sleeper I found had different lyrics and even a different melody). The song reminds me of Gwaine, simply because the singer kind of looks like him and has a very beautiful voice (and it's a sad love song). So I changed names and rewrote the verses, keeping the story and the structure. And this is what came up. I didn't know what to make of it, but a friend told me to post it anyway. To feed the Merwaine !
Awake awake, you drowsy sleeper
Awake awake it's break of day
How can you sleep my love any longer
Since my poor heart you stole away
Oh who is that under my window
And who comes there to disturb my rest
It is thy lover the young man answered
Long time have I waited for our sake
Oh Gwaine, should somebody see you
You would be ruined for sure I fear
The King would send his men after you
And sentenced you to your death my dear
A servant chanced to overhear them
The guard was sent and the King was told
Gwaine was locked in a damp dungeon
Waiting to die on the scaffold
Oh please Arthur pay down my wages
Give me the key to the dungeon cell
Out of the kingdom we'll take our chances
My Prince I must bid you farewell
Gwaine is my love and one of your friends
He's innocent you know it's true
And if he dies at your father's hands
I swear I will never forgive you
Awake awake, you drowsy sleeper
Awake awake it's break of day
I am not sleeping, I'll rest no longer
Until Camelot fades away