ISABELLA (featuring LadyD vocal) Contemporary Folk

Released June 8, 2013, (c) All Rights Reserved

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joel_sattlersongs Joel Sattler

Silver Spring MD USA
Lyrics and adaptation.
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lincredible54 Kevin Skiles

Salem Oregon USA
Musical composition and guidance.
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offthewall James Fraser

Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
James: acoustic guitar. LadyD: vocals
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TedC Ted Campbell

Dallas Texas USA
Orchestration. Cellos, flute, oboe.
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LadyD Denise F

Newcastle United Kingdom
Vocals
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ISABELLA, OR THE POT OF BASIL song lyrics by Joel Sattler, revised by offthewall based on the poem by John Keats, based on a story by Boccaccio Fair Isabella loved a lad wrong for her Her brothers' vassal, a common labourer Lorenzo had a love so pure Such burning heat could scarce endure Each day their love it grew more sure A malady with no cure The brothers thought he's nothing more than a slave Barely deserving of the place that they gave They conspired, they would take his life She would never be his wife They led him to the wood and laid him down Told Isabella he could not be found Taken a ship for foreign lands To wander alone on distant sands Thinking they were free, twas not to be They had joined the damned The brothers thought he's nothing more than a slave Barely deserving of the place that they gave They conspired, then they took his life She would never be his wife Lorenzo came to Isabella in a dream Said in the forest I am buried by a stream Said come and find me where I'm dead Don't be afraid that's what he said She found the body and there she took his head Placed it in a pot instead The brothers thought he's nothing more than a slave Barely deserving of the place that they gave They conspired, and then took his life She would never be his wife She filled the pot with basil at the top Watered it with tears, would leave it not The brothers watched her as she pined Stole the vase only to find The sight within, it horrified Triumph within them, it died. The brothers thought he's nothing more than a slave Barely deserving of the place that they gave They conspired, and then took his life She would never be his wife Grieving Isabella, sad on vast estate No love, no family, all to do was wait Wait for the hour of her death The last long drawing of her breath The moment that her life at last would end To be with her Lorenzo once again.... They conspired, but they took her life She will never be his wife. ========================