The Devil & the Huntsman

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Young man came from hunting faint, tired 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 [Verse 2] Many a man would die as soon Out of the light of a mage's moon But it's not by bone, but yet by blade Can break the magic that the devil made [Bridge 1] And it's not my fire, but was forged in flame Can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain [Verse 3] This young man he died fair soon By the light of a hunter's moon 'Twas not by bone, nor yet by blade Of the berries of the woody nightshade [Bridge 2] Oh Father dear lie and be safe From the path that the devil made