Hunting Song (Live)

As I did travel all on a journey

Over the wayside and under a dark moon

Hanging above a mountain

I spied a young man

Riding a fine horse

Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland

There go the hunting and cries

And there followed after

Ten kings and queens

Laughing and joking

The white hart they'd seen

Bloodied running into the bushes

I plume to his helmet

A quiver and a bow

There's nowhere to run now

There's no place to go

The hunter is fast and ready

Still farther

I journeyed through the hills and the valleys

Until upon the verge of despair

I sat and rested

And there did pass a princely knight

Pursuit by a lady

And this she did say

Oh

May I ask you

Kind sir

Where you are going

And pray tell to me

Sir

Why you do hurry

Strange that I should meet you here

Come sit by me

I have here a magic horn to deliver

And one drop from

This silver and gold horn I hold

Sir

Shall prove all to be false

Lovers beware

The gift that you bear for

Your brother the king

I gladly would carry to the banquet this evening

What fair sport this would be

For the maidens at court

Wearily

I crossed the stream to the castle

Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind

And food did I have and plenty

But the lord and lady seemed so sad

For these words they did say unto each other

My good lord

All off to war in thy armor

Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry

Take care lest misadventure

Shall overcome thy kindly heart

My good lord

All off to war in thy armor

My lady

You have no need for to worry

I'll return victorious and true unto thee

Take care

Lest misadventure

Shall stain your heart and lead to woe

My fair lady you have no need for to worry

While underneath the spreading oak

A knight with white device

Upon a shield of black and deep

In grief and sorrow sings

His unrequited love

Young noblewoman riding by

Pray tell me have you seen

Queen azelda the fairest maid

In company she rides

For I swear to have revenge

A thousand days have come and passed

The lord returns this night

The victor from the bloody wars

Proven his fearsome might

As ever he would claim

But fate has played its wanton game

The circle come full turn

The magic horn has done its work

Cried falseness is found out

The sorrowed quest is over