Young man came from hunting Faint and weary What does ail my lord, my dearie Oh brother dear Let my bed be made For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade Many a man would die as soon Out of the light of a mage's moon ’twas not by bone, But yet by blade. Can break the magic that the devil made That's not by fire, But was forged in flame That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain This young man he died fair soon By the light of the hunters' moon ’twas not by bone Nor yet by blade of the berries of the woody nightshade Oh father dear lie here be safe From the path that the devil made
[00:17.12]Young man came from hunting [00:19.90]Faint and weary [00:25.18]What does ail my lord, my dearie [00:37.09]Oh brother dear [00:39.64]Let my bed be made [00:43.57]For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade [01:16.45]Many a man would die as soon [01:22.22]Out of the light of a mage's moon [01:27.45]’twas not by bone, [01:30.03]But yet by blade. [01:32.77]Can break the magic that the devil made [01:38.84]That's not by fire, [01:41.33]But was forged in flame [01:44.03]That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain [02:23.75]This young man he died fair soon [02:29.97]By the light of the hunters' moon [02:34.80]’twas not by bone [02:37.40]Nor yet by blade of the berries of the woody nightshade [02:46.20]Oh father dear lie here be safe [02:57.70]From the path that the devil made
