Lyrics Herne and his Lady - Deborah Stokol

When Herne goes a-hunting
The stag goes a-riding
The dogs they are baying
The trees they are swaying

The wolves, they'll be howling
Acacia be blooming
The yew and the holly
A mistletoe dolly

Here she comes blithely,
That moon-mad fair dreamer
The winter's dear lady
Lay out the fair streamers

The ghost of the horse
With the ribbons a-flying
Kindle the hearth
For the old year's a-dying

Perhaps she is not so
Alone as all that
Who even knows, anyway?

As the wind, it does a moan
Feel it all fall away
A voice at the door
Please come in, and do stay

These songs by the cardinal
Find their way back
To me as they carry the
Bright star anis

Such reverence owed
And such gratitude known
It's done; take a bow
Of the silver, white snow

Chestnuts a-roasting
The frost at the window
I hear the night sigh
As I step to the lintel

I lie by the fire
No longer forlorn
She curls up within me
About to be born

New life I do hear you
I see you and hold you
Let's all gather around
To both bless and adore you

My sweet, you are here
Hang your coat; have no fear
The candles will warm you
And bring you good cheer

The golden eyed raven
A message so kind
The dove and the maiden
A sweet orange rind
Seek, ye shall find
Seek, ye shall find