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Childe The Hunter - Seth Lakeman

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"

The night drew in and that thunder

Stuck him in a steady hole