Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fabled Hare, artist - Maddy Prior. Album song Year, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 03.05.2009
Record label: Park
Song language: English
The Fabled Hare |
| I shall goe until a hare |
| Wi sorrow and such mickle care |
| I sall goe in the devil’s name |
| An while I go home again |
| I am ruled by the moon |
| I move under her mantle |
| I am the symbol of her moods |
| Of rebirths cycle |
| I am companion to the Gods |
| I can conceive while I am pregnant |
| I call the dawn and spring in |
| I am the advent |
| I bring life from water |
| In a cup that must be broken |
| I whisper to the bursting egg |
| I’m Aestre’s token |
| Scent of dog, scent of man |
| Closer closer, smell them coming |
| Hot breath, hot death |
| Closer closer, hard the running |
| Tongues pant, hearts thump |
| Closer closer, through the fields |
| Teeth snap, bones crack |
| Closer closer, at my heels |
| Nearer, yet and nearer |
| I can hear the hunter’s knife |
| He is running for my dinner |
| I am running for my life |
| Winter wakeneth al my care |
| Nou this leues waxeth bare; |
| Ofte y sike ant mourne sare |
| When hit cometh in my thoht |
| Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht |
| Man sprays no weeds |
| The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds |
| Leverets trapped in a harvest blade |
| 'Tis the time of man, the hare said |
| Here’s the tractor, here’s the plough |
| And where shall we go now |
| We’ll lie in forms as still as the dead |
| In the open fields, the hare said |
| No cover but the camouflage |
| From the winter’s wild and bitter rage |
| All our defence is in our legs |
| We run like the wind, the hare said |
| I’ve been cursed, I’ve been despised |
| As a witch with darkest powers |
| I shall goe until a hare |
| I’ve been hunted trapped and punished |
| In these my darkest hours |
| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care |
| I’ve been thrown into the fire |
| But I do not fear it |
| I shall goe until a hare |
| It purifies and resurrects |
| And I can bear it |
| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care |
| I’ve outrun dogs and foxes |
| And I’ve dodged the tractor wheels |
| I shall goe until a hare |
| I’ve survived your persecution |
| And your ever-changing fields |
| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care |
| I will run and run forever |
| Where the wild fields are mine |
| I shall goe until a hare |
| I’m a symbol of endurance |
| Running through the mists of time |
| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care |