Trista et Iseult - Part 3

HE is mad
Mad at me
Mad at her

She never laid with him
Never loved him
Never wanted him

She wants me
And me alone she loves
And me alone she cares for

So he says that I must go
To Gaul where his cousin is
To Gaul where I will die

In France I will hide
From my love
From my uncle

But where will HE send HER
For they cannot love
For they cannot be wed

A priest will come from London afar
To break their wedded vows
To break them apart

Just like my poor heart
My heart wants her
My heart wants to be with her

Can I take her with me?
Will she want to come
Will she want to be with me

Of course
But will he let her
Will he let me

Back to Bretagne I will go
Thanks to Brangwain I will love her
Thanks to Brangwain we love

Hopefully forever
Iseult will be mine
Iseult will come to Bretagne

And then When Arthur calls,
To Camelot we'll go
To Camelot I'll give my services

If only HE were not so mad
Could he forgive me
Could he forgive us

He sends us away like strangers
Away without a penny
Away without an inheritance

But that is our allotment
We chose our path
We chose our fate

To love one another
But he will love us again
But he will send us gifts

To show us his forgiveness
To her he sends a pearl necklace
To me he sends his sword, Excalibur

Which I shall throw into the lake
For on it he wrote in blood
For on it he wrote his name

To the lady of the lake I give it
She will guard it till he needs it
She will guard it till Arthur needs it

Our love will last
We will go on forever
We will go as lovers

Remembered forever
By Dante and Shakespeare
By you who read my epic

Elle nom est Iseult
Mon amour est elle
Mon amour est Iseult

To live happily ever after...