Judy Collins - Anathea

^Am Lo, ^Flo, ^E7lo__^Am__ [Verse 1] Lazlo Feher ^Dmstole a ^Amstallion ^F Stole him from the ^AmMisty ^A7Mountain ^Dm And they chased him ^Amand they caught him And in ^Firon ^Dmchains they^Am bound him

Word was brought to ^DmAna^Amthea ^F That her brother ^Amwas in ^A7prison ^Dm "Bring me gold and ^Amsix fine horses I will ^Fbuy my ^Dmbrother's ^Amfreedom"

"Judge, oh Judge, please ^Dmspare my ^Ambrother ^F I will give you ^Amgold and ^A7silver" ^Dm "I don't want your ^Amgold and silver All I ^Fwant are ^Dmyour sweet ^Amfavours"

"Anathea, ^Dmoh, my ^Amsister ^F Are you mad with ^Amgrief and ^A7sorrow? ^Dm He will rob you ^Amof your flower And he'll ^Fhang me ^Dmfrom the ^Amgallows"

Anathea ^Dmdid not ^Amheed him ^F Straightway to the ^Amjudge went ^A7running ^Dm In his golden ^Ambed at midnight There she ^Fheard the ^Dmgallows ^Amgroaning

"Cursed be that j^Dmudge so ^Amcruel ^F Thirteen years may ^Amhe lie ^A7bleeding ^Dm Thirteen doctors ^Amcannot cure him Thirteen ^Fshelves of ^Dmdrugs can't ^Amheal him

"Anathea, ^DmAna^Amthea ^F Don't go out in^Amto the ^A7forest ^Dm There among the ^Amgreen pines standing You will ^Ffind your ^Dmbrother ^Amhanging"

^Am Lo, ^Flo, ^E7lo__^Am__