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Songs From the White Hart
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Some say her eyes are violet blue Her hair as black as night And others swear her eyes are green Her locks would shame the light Some say she is a fearful hag A fiend without a soul If her will you tame, you’ll have wealth and fame But her will may take its toll
chorus: No fairer mistress man can find No crueler could there be I am sailing still and I’ll sail until The siren calls for me
I was born a fisher’s son But a fisher I’d not be Each year that passed I heard more clear The Siren call to me One day I signed to crew a ship And said farewell to land I sailed far and near, with no thought of fear Hearing only her command ch
With weather fine the men are glad “We sail wth God,” the say But when the raging storm comes on How differently they pray The eyes of every crewman bold Betray his thoughts to me That he wonders well, whether o’er the swell With God or the Devil sails he ch
We toast the voyage, foul or fair In porter and in ale Of good men’s lives the witch cut short We tell a mournful tale And I may sail in the raging gale Or shelter in the lee But my fate is cast, till the day at last When the siren calls for me ch
My hunting hound runs quickly Through the mountain’s forest side And so my steed runs swiftly In pursuit as on we ride My gray hawk flies above, With wings spanned wide and strong The prey we spy will come to die, Before the day grows long
chorus: For the white hart fast and fleet doth flee And I give chase with glee And ever on I’ll ride upon The scent of my quarry For my hunting hound runs swiftly!
The flash of white within the thick- ened wood catches my eye Upon the wind I sound my horn As through the woods we fly The trees seem near alive As if they’d bar my way No branch nor weed would I pay heed, But followed fast my prey.
The chase has led me and my prey Unto the mountain’s side The hart is trapped, he stands at bay With nowhere left to hide His coat is flecked with foam, His eyes are filled with fear With bow arm strong, my arrow’s song Rings jubilant and clear!
But lo! When I set down my bow My heart within me sank Though true my aim, no wound I saw On neither neck nor flank I bent my bow again, but as I loosed my dart Before my eyes, the promised prize Was nevermore a hart!
A beast no longer, now a man With beard full to the ground In robes of ivory white he stands Stock still, without a sound A staff coal black and branched, Like the antlers of a deer, Rises from the sage’s hand And spellbound, I draw near.
“Oh you who seek to earn a name By stealing from the wood A harmless beast of beauty That you’d slay if e’er you could! No mercy do you bear, And kindness have you not So you shall flee the bloodthirsty And share your victim’s lot!
For the white hart fast and fleet did flee And you gave chase with glee Now evermore you’ll fly before The bows of men like thee For their hunting hounds run swiftly!
Now, I, the white hart, fast I flee And you give chase with glee But ‘ware you all of my downfall Lest you become like me For your hunting hounds run swiftly!
When I was but a young girl I had aspirations none But to marry a rich merchant And bear him rich merchant’s sons Hearing once a minstrel’s song I made another choice Judged not by blood nor breeding But the beauty of my voice A windward wanderlust Has called me from my home To find myself in fortune’s grace The byways for to roam
Along the road I met a man A comely as the sky He offered for my travels But a single question, Why Would I reject the marriage bed A home, a hearth, a fire Oh, I seek rings from noble hands Fame is my desire My windward wanderlust Wouldn’t let me be his own And so it was I steeled my heart And made my way alone
Onward to the market towns I traveled, seeking fame Soon from inn to gilded hall The people knew my name But then cruel fate did strike me down As like to be God’s will For with the winter came the snow, With it I grew ill My windward wanderlust And pride had made me vain And the road it held no warmth for me But the snow, the sleet, the rain
I walked as far as I could walk I crawled yet farther still My body numb, my senses gone Naught held me but my will I had no fire no shelter No voice left to summon aid I shivered in the frozen wind Alone, apart, afraid. Damn my windward wanderlust The master of my fate Across the light of freedom fell A shadow seen too late.
Slowly I awoke and I No longer was alone Wrapped within thick furs I felt the warmth sink to my bones A young man sat beside I tried to speak but all in vain The fear rose up inside me Would I ever sing again? Had my windward wanderlust Damned me for vanity And how had I this angel gained To sit and watch o’er me?
Many years have passed I’ve no regrets I would declare Just a bruising to my ego And a lesson to beware When you make your prideful way Without a home or friend The greatest fame still leaves you Cold and friendless in the end. Though my windward wanderlust May take me from the town Not every hand that’s offered you Will try to tie you down
Though my windward wanderlust Has ta’en me far to roam The east wind takes me wandering But the west wind brings me home!