Anathea - Joni Mitchell

Laszlo Thea 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 sent to Ana Thea

That her brother was in prison

Bring me gold and six fine horses

I will buy my brother’s 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

Ana Thea, 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

Ana Thea did not listen

Straight way to the judge went running

In his golden bed at midnight

There she heard the gallows groaning

Curses be that judge so cruel

Thirteen years may he lie bleeding

Thirteen doctors cannot cure him

Thirteen shelves of drugs can’t heal him

Ana Thea, Ana Thea

Don’t go out into the forest

There among the green pines standing

You will find your brother hanging