Choosin' Texas by Ella Langley - A Bardcore | Medieval Cover by Hildegard von Blingin'

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I loved this song from the moment I first heard it on the radio, and I've been meaning to cover more country music, so I hope you'll join me on this journey from Texas back to the Kingdom of Wessex. Heartache really is a timeless and universal language. ;-;

The Art:
I heavily doctored an illustration by William Henry Margetson, "So with good heart, and more fully armed, Galahad rode further upon his quest". Like my cover, it is a fantastical and romanticized view of medieval chivalry.

Lyrics:
Just when I thought I taught him
To fall in love with Coventry
I should have been wiser than to
Bring him back to Glastonbury
I put him right back into her arms
I never was blessed with that kind of charm

She's from Wessex I can tell by the way
He picketh flowers in the field
Her hair is golden as a summer's day
And the wyvern on his shield
I do not need a soothsayer to see
A knight shall ever find a way to leave
Drinking mead all by myself
He chooseth Wessex I can tell

I guess he forgot about the fields
We used to plough
The vows that we made
That land of ours is fallow now
It was in Mercia that we wed
But 'tis not the land for which he hath bled

She's from Wessex I can tell by the way
He picketh flowers in the field
Her hair is golden as a summer's day
And the wyvern on his shield
I do not need a soothsayer to see
A knight shall ever find a way to leave
Drinking mead all by myself
He chooseth Wessex I can tell

I am bound for the north
Beneath a gathering sky
Alone on the Fosse Way
With a tear in mine eye
I know that his heart could ne'er belong to me
For he left it back in West Saxony

She's from Wessex I can tell by the way
He picketh flowers in the field
Her hair is golden as a summer's day
And the wyvern on his shield
No, I do not need a soothsayer to see
A knight shall ever find a way to leave
Drinking mead all by myself
He chooseth Wessex I can tell
Oh, drinking mead all by myself
He chooseth Wessex I can tell