Anathea

Lazlo Feher stole a stallion

Stole him from the misty mountains

And they chased him and they caught him

And in iron chains they bound him

Word was brought to Anathea

That her brother was in prison

"Bring me gold and six fine horses

I will buy my brothers 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 favors"

"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

Straight away 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 cure him

Thirteen shelves of drugs can't heal him"

"Anathea, Anathea

Don't go out into the forest

There among the green pines standing

You will find your brother hanging"