Too Sweet - Hozier (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)

Hark, noble listeners!

We present to thee a bardcore rendition of Hozier’s enchanting tune, "Too Sweet." In this merry transformation, we doth breathe medieval magic into the heartfelt melodies and poignant lyrics, crafting a ballad worthy of feasting halls and taverns alike. With whistles, lutes, strings, and harmonies that dance upon the air, let this cover take thee on a journey through love and longing, as if played by a wandering minstrel under the moonlight.

Join us in this celebration of sound, and mayhap thou shalt find it sweet indeed!

Bardcore lyrics:

Verse 1
'Tis not oft I rise with dawn,
For by the tenth hour, my speech is drawn.
Sweetheart, how dost thou rest so well?
How dost thou sleep, canst thou tell?
Thou dost counsel me to live aright,
To seek my slumber 'fore the light.
Yet thou dost rise with the sun’s bright rays,
No need to feign in such a gaze,
Now and then, 'tis true, I say.

Pre-Chorus
Dost thou not long to wake in the dark,
With scents of bonfires, lost in the spark?
If thou art drunk on life, fair maid,
Then in this world, let us not fade.

Chorus
I shall take my whiskey neat,
My coffee dark, and my bed at three.
Thou art too sweet for me,
Thou art too sweet for me.
I take my whiskey neat,
My coffee dark, and my bed at three.
Thou art too sweet for me,
Thou art too sweet for me.

Post-Chorus
Ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh.

Verse 2
I aim low,
With true aim, to the ground I go.
I work late, 'neath the stars' soft glow,
And tasks are done, though thou dost know.
Yet thou dost worry, I can see,
Who wouldst live forever, babe, not me.
Thy lips, they are Heaven’s gate,
The rest of thee, a guarded state.
I wish I could partake,
Babe, do not mistake.

Pre-Chorus
Thou art bright as morn, soft as rain,
Fair as a vine, sweet as the grain.
If thou couldst sit in a barrel so fine,
Perchance I shall wait 'til the day doth align.

Chorus
I’d rather take my whiskey neat,
My coffee dark, and my bed at three.
Thou art too sweet for me,
Thou art too sweet for me.
I take my whiskey neat,
My coffee dark, and my bed at three.
Thou art too sweet for me,
Thou art too sweet for me.

Post-Chorus
Woah, woah,
Woah, woah,
Woah, woah,
Woah, woah.

Outro
I take my whiskey neat,
My coffee dark, and my bed at three.
Thou art too sweet for me,
Thou art too sweet for me.