I just adore this song, I was eleven when I heard it for the first time, its so sorrowful, so romantic.
I can remember I had an image in my head, a beautiful woman lying on a raised cold slab, her beautiful flowing hair and her dress draping over the side, her lifeless hand had just let go of the rose her lover has given her. The rose had dropped to the floor.
The little girl that I was had never seen John William Waterhouse's Sleeping Beauty, but his work is exactly how I saw my medieval lady. I knew hardly anything of the medieval world then, and have often wondered whether it was this song that sparked my interest.
I can remember I had an image in my head, a beautiful woman lying on a raised cold slab, her beautiful flowing hair and her dress draping over the side, her lifeless hand had just let go of the rose her lover has given her. The rose had dropped to the floor.
The little girl that I was had never seen John William Waterhouse's Sleeping Beauty, but his work is exactly how I saw my medieval lady. I knew hardly anything of the medieval world then, and have often wondered whether it was this song that sparked my interest.
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
My lady D'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low?
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
My lady D'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight
Your lips feel like winter
Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
My lady D'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low?
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
My lady D'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight
Your lips feel like winter
Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
My lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die
Just listen to it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ba_nYP6e_JE its beautiful.
Of course in reality this song is not about unrequited love from days of yore at all, but an unrequited love from the 1970's. You can imagine how disappointed I was!
Cat Stevens wrote this song in 1970 about Pattie D'Arbanville who said of the song
Cat Stevens wrote this song in 1970 about Pattie D'Arbanville who said of the song
"I left for a month, it wasn't the end of the world was it? But he wrote this whole song about 'Lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still.' It's about me dead. So while I was in New York, for him it was like I was lying in a coffin... he wrote that because he missed me, because he was down... It's a sad song. I cried when I heard it, because that's when I knew it was over for good"
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