Here's a song that has a very small problem in it.Mostly it's a semantic one, a scholarly one.People aren't sure whether or notthis is a song about incest.♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ Love, love, love ♪♪♪♪♪ Lazlothea 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 brought to Anathea ♪♪ 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 ♪♪♪♪♪ Anathea, oh my sister ♪♪ Are you mad with grief and sorrow? ♪♪ He will rob you of your flower ♪♪ And you'll hang me from the gallows ♪♪♪♪♪ Anathea did not heed him ♪♪ Straightway to his bed went running ♪♪ In his golden bed at midnight ♪♪ There she heard the gallows groaning ♪♪♪♪♪ Cursed be that judge so cruel ♪♪ Thirteen years may he lie bleeding ♪♪ Thirteen doctors cannot save him ♪♪ Thirteen shells of drugs won't heal him ♪♪♪♪♪ Anathea, Anathea ♪♪ Don't go out into the forest ♪♪ There among the green pines standing ♪♪ You will find your brother hanging ♪♪♪♪♪ Blood, blood, blood ♪Yeah, yeah, yeah!Thank you.Thank you.