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Walker Of The Snow - Davy Spillane

Lyrics by：Charles Dawson Shanley/Sean Tyrrell

Composed by：Charles Dawson Shanley/Sean Tyrrell

Speed on speed on good master

The camp lies far away

We must 'cross the hunted valley

Before the close of day

How the snow-blight came upon me

I will tell you as we go

Of the blight of the shadow hunter

Who walks the midnight snow

To the cold december heaven

Came the pale moon and the stars

As the yellow sun was sinking

Behind the purple bars

The snow was deeply drifted

Upon the ridges drear

That lay for miles around me

And the camp for which we steer

'Twas silent on the hill-side

He say the solemn wood

No sound of life or motion

To break the solitude

Save the wailing of the moose-bird

With a plaintive note and low

Skating of the red leaf

Upon the frozen snow

And said I though dark is falling

And far the camp must be

Yet my heart it would be lightsome

If I had but company

Then I sang and I shouted

Keeping measure as I sped

To the harp-twang of my snow-shoe

As it sprang beneath my tread

Far into that valley

Had I dipped upon my way

When a dusky figure joined me

In a capuchon of grey

Then I strink on my snow-shoes

With a long and limber stride

I hailed the dusky stranger

As we travelled side by side

But no token of communion gave

He by word or look

And the fear-chill a get her over me

At the crossing of the brook

For I saw by the sickly moonlight

As I followed bending low

That the footsteps of the stranger

Left no marks up on the snow

A fear-chill gathered o'er me

Like a shroud around me cast

As I sank upon the snow-drift

Where the shadow hunter passed

And the otter-trappers they found me

Just before the break of day

My dark hair was blanched

And whitened as the snow in

Which I lay

He spoke not as they raised me

For they knew that in the night

I had net the shadow hunter

I had withered in his blight

Sancta Maria speed us

The sun is falling low

Before us lies the Valley

Of the walker of the snow