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You will find me in the cloisters
On the cathedral wall
But if you ask the old books
I was never here at all
I was never here at all
You may see me as a stag
You may spy me as a hare
But if you ask the river
I was never there,
I was never there
You’ll find me in Old Queensferry
Where I once a year walk free
And brought to harbour in Eyemouth
For a coronation of the sea
For a coronation of the sea
You may find me during Lammas
Around the summer fairs.
Counting time, drinking wine
With Garland Queens and old Straw Bears
With Garland Queens and old Straw Bears
You will see me in the forest
The watcher in the wood
Woodwose, Derg Corra Viridios
And Robin of the Hood
And Robin of the Hood
You may catch me in old stories
In songs you'll hear my name
When you think you see my face
It's never twice the same
It's never twice the same
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Winter’s veil falls over the land
The fingers of frost on a feather green hand
The birches lace a silvery sky
Where ravens are winging their croaking reply
The valley faded to russet and brown
Where icy veined leaves lie like feathery down
The tangle leads to the woodland edge
Where ruby-jewelled berries adorn the hedge
The fog it blankets the distant hill
The river’s the heart of the dale that beats still
The moss on the millstones of emerald so green
Will not escape the breath of the ice queen
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Beneath a Hunter's Moon
05:19
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From in the forest deep the wind does moan
Beneath the Hunters Moon the owl flies alone
We climb the hill from where the rooks have all fledged
The darkness beckons us unto the woodland edge
The river breathes a mist across the valley deep
The clouds unveil the moon, there’s magic in our reach
I take your hand and lead you through the tangled green
The dawn light fades the night and casts a spell unseen
Within the forest deep the owl does moan
Beneath the Hunters Moon we fly alone
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Owlight
04:44
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Now summer has closed her eyes
She drifts asleep
In the evening light the trees burn golden
And like my heart
The ravens fly
They soar high
Clouds send me spinning
Leaves sweetly singing
Day is dissolving
One touch of your lips
And we’re falling
Now darkness shrouds the land
To secrets keep In the owlight
The moon shines the way home
And like my soul
The wind in the trees It softly sighs
You send me spinning
Heart sweetly singing
Stars are revolving
One breath of the night
And we’re falling
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Crying the Neck
02:59
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We have ploughed, we have sown, we have reaped, we have mown, all to bring the harvest home.
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Arms stretched to the sun
We don’t know what we’ve done
Wheel and turn away to the dying of the day
If you want to know head for the hills of gold
Oh lay me down, and the stars will slow
With the mercy of the moon the rains will reach here soon
Blessed be the grains save the burning of the souls
The pleasure and the pain is not of our design
All that glistens here sweet perfume and wine
So cold our eyes all us broken
Nothing no more no words are spoken
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A garden of earthly delights waiting for me to assign, such seeds that we sow
Given to the dream of life, that put you out of your mind, as wild as they grow
They bow their head to me, but it is clear to see, the tears that do fall
Victims of their fates, as melded to mistakes, as weeds to the soil
There’s fennel and there’s columbine, I’m willing them to claim your eyes
See me glide, see me glide
Guided by these death white hands, the rue will spread across your lands
As I process this glassy stream
For me the herb of grace and star crossed be my fate
Blooms beseech my frame float beneath the sky
The willows weeping as the water lilies fade
I lauded you with powers, worshipped at the towers, of beauty and faith As lovelorn as cornflowers, gifted of night hours, that call your name
We never were before, and now we are no more, nettles kissed by rain Willows bow to make, their branches bend to break, to see such beauty slain
The fennel and the columbine, so pleased the wait to claim your eyes, so you could see me glide
The truth I bore with these dead hands, the rue that spread across the lands, as I process this glassy stream
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Like a rhyme without a reason
Like words without a sound
Like snowfall out of season
A world turned upside down
The sun goes down at midday
The wheat it turned to wind
The tide went out and didn’t return
The queens devoured their kings
The owls are blind and silent
The trees they never speak
The rivers running upstream
And all the mountains shriek
Like a rhyme without a reason
Like words without a sound
Like snowfall out of season
A world turned upside down
Like the moon at noon with all her stars
And the sun asleep
The clocks are turning backwards
We have no time to keep
A black bird covers all the sky
All the fields they shiver
The great shadow opens up its eyes
They’re coloured meadowsilver
Like a rhyme without a reason
Like words without a sound
Like snowfall out of season
A world turned upside down
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Light glides along the woodland view
Day brought forth anew
All through the forest the sun does creep
And rouse our being from sleep, from sleep
Now bejewelled with sparkling dew
The velvet dark night fades to blue, to blue Campion blooms and gently sways
And our sorrow drifts away
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Winter’s veil falls over the land
The fingers of frost on a feather green hand
The birches lace a silvery sky
Where ravens are winging their croaking reply
The valley faded to russet and brown
Where icy veined leaves lie like feathery down
The tangle leads to the woodland edge
Where ruby-jewelled berries adorn the hedge
The fog it blankets the distant hill
The river’s the heart of the dale that beats still
The moss on the millstones of emerald so green
Will not escape the breath of the ice queen
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The Hare And The Moon Scotland, UK
The Hare And The Moon existed between 2009 and early 2017 and are now as ghosts. They lived in the forest and their main occupations were knitting, necromancy, dollmaking and devilry however sometimes they made music too. When they did they liked to throw their love of MR James, Arthur Machen, ghost stories, Black Sabbath, Pentangle and The Wicker Man into their cauldron and give it a good stir. ... more
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