New Song Lyrics
I'd like to share this song with everyone and get a little feedback.
It's called: "The Oak Witch and the Hunter Herne"
A Minstrel in the forest,
Approached a Ladyoak.
Some of her leaves were falling,
And he caught them in his cloak.
He dried them and,
He ground them.
For strength in Magick spells.
Somewhere in the distance,
He heard the ringing Solstice bells.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made him
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes his passion burn.
As he invokes,
The Hunter Herne.
In him swells an ancient urge,
As horns and antlers both emerge.
He searches for a Lady Fair,
With oak leaves woven into her hair.
As he crests the moonlit hill,
She sees his shadow standing still.
His silhouette lit by the Moon,
She knows he will be there soon.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made her
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes her passion burn.
As she evokes,
The Hunter Herne.
He saw the witch with wand in hand,
A circle to be cast.
Once around and twice around,
He had to move in fast.
Before she closed the circle,
Before he was blocked out.
He jumped in right in front of her,
And landed with a SHOUT.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made them
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes their passions burn.
The Oak Witch and,
The Hunter Herne.
Their eyes met in the darkness,
Their hearts beat in the night.
They made love in the forest,
Lit only by Moonlight.
A Minstrel in the forest,
Approached a Ladyoak.
Some of her leaves were falling,
And he caught them in his cloak.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made them
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes their passions burn.
The Oak Witch and,
The Hunter Herne.
(C) Copyright 2007 Davyn Leafslayer
It's called: "The Oak Witch and the Hunter Herne"
A Minstrel in the forest,
Approached a Ladyoak.
Some of her leaves were falling,
And he caught them in his cloak.
He dried them and,
He ground them.
For strength in Magick spells.
Somewhere in the distance,
He heard the ringing Solstice bells.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made him
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes his passion burn.
As he invokes,
The Hunter Herne.
In him swells an ancient urge,
As horns and antlers both emerge.
He searches for a Lady Fair,
With oak leaves woven into her hair.
As he crests the moonlit hill,
She sees his shadow standing still.
His silhouette lit by the Moon,
She knows he will be there soon.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made her
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes her passion burn.
As she evokes,
The Hunter Herne.
He saw the witch with wand in hand,
A circle to be cast.
Once around and twice around,
He had to move in fast.
Before she closed the circle,
Before he was blocked out.
He jumped in right in front of her,
And landed with a SHOUT.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made them
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes their passions burn.
The Oak Witch and,
The Hunter Herne.
Their eyes met in the darkness,
Their hearts beat in the night.
They made love in the forest,
Lit only by Moonlight.
A Minstrel in the forest,
Approached a Ladyoak.
Some of her leaves were falling,
And he caught them in his cloak.
The Moon was full,
The shadows long.
The magick made them
Feel so strong.
The Full Moon,
Makes their passions burn.
The Oak Witch and,
The Hunter Herne.
(C) Copyright 2007 Davyn Leafslayer
