Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunting Song, artist - Pentangle.
Date of issue: 30.09.1969
Song language: English
Hunting Song |
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 cries |
And there followed after ten kings and queens |
Laughing and joking, the white hart they’d seen |
Bloodied running into the bushes |
A 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 pursued by a lady |
And this she did say: «Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going? |
And pray tell unto 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.» |
.. . |
la la la. |
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 |