Childe The Hunter

Come and listen, brave and tall
The greatest tale I have to tell you
It was a bleak and barren moor
In ancient days he fell
There rode a man of high renown
His name it came as hunter Childe
Every day he chased heath and waste
On a moor so black and wild

The wind blew in and that hunter
Fell upon a bed of snow
The night drew in and that thunder
Stuck him in a steady hole
He looked up high and he begged her
"Let me see my lover home".,
The moon called out to the hunter
"Come into the shadows"

He drew a knife from off his back
Upon the ground his horse was lying
He cut a measure, just full size
To rest there for the night
With his finger dipped in blood
He scrabbled words along the stones
"Upon my will, God fulfill
Rest these heavy bones"

The wind blew in and that hunter
Fell upon a bed of snow
The night drew in and that thunder
Stuck him in a steady hole
He looked up high and he begged her
"Let me see my lover home".,
The moon called out to the hunter
"Come into the shadows"

Take a warning when you're in the wild
Against the skyline, off the high road
For the memory of hunter Childe
Should rest you on your way
He was a man of high renown
His name it came, then blew away
Upon his will the moon to steal
In the shadows he will lay

The wind blew in and that hunter
Fell upon a bed of snow
The night drew in and that thunder
Stuck him in a steady hole
He looked up high and he begged her
"Let me see my lover home".,
The moon called out to the hunter
"Come into the shadows"