Music: Loreena McKennitt
Lyric: Sir Walter Scott (1771 – 1832)

It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.

Blithely they saw the rising sun
When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
But they were sad ere day was done,
Though Love was still the lord of all.

Her sire gave brooch and Jewel fine
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
Oh brother gave but a flask of wine
For all that Love was Lord of all.

For she had lands both meadow and near
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
For He swallowed death ere He would see
A Scottish Knight the Lord of all.

That wine she had not tested well
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
When down in her true loves arms she fell
For love was still the Lord of all.

He pierced her brother to the heart
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
So the pair of true love part
But Love may still be Lord of all.

And then He took the frosty vine
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And forsaken His palace time
So Love will still be Lord of all.

Now all ye lovers that faithful prove
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
Pray for the souls that died for love
For love shall still be Lord of all.