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

▶ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5vbLOO... ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon, where I share all my instrumentals:   / hildegardvonblingin   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. ;-; Disclaimer: This is 100% human made music, not AI. 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. If you visit my Patreon, which is linked above, there is a free post where you can download the background image! 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