| Song | Anathea |
| Artist | Judy Collins |
| Album | Judy Collins #3 |
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| Lazlo Feher 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 brothers 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 he'll hang me from the gallows†| |
| Anathea did not heed him | |
| Straight away to the judge 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 cure him | |
| Thirteen shelves of drugs can't heal him†| |
| ‽Anathea, Anathea | |
| Don't go out into the forest | |
| There among the green pines standing | |
| You will find your brother hanging†|
| Lazlo Feher 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 brothers 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 he' ll hang me from the gallows | |
| Anathea did not heed him | |
| Straight away to the judge 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 cure him | |
| Thirteen shelves of drugs can' t heal him | |
| Anathea, Anathea | |
| Don' t go out into the forest | |
| There among the green pines standing | |
| You will find your brother hanging |
| Lazlo Feher 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 brothers 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 he' ll hang me from the gallows | |
| Anathea did not heed him | |
| Straight away to the judge 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 cure him | |
| Thirteen shelves of drugs can' t heal him | |
| Anathea, Anathea | |
| Don' t go out into the forest | |
| There among the green pines standing | |
| You will find your brother hanging |