Текст песни The Huntsman & the Poacher - Manning
The
Huntsman
spies
the
Poacher's
tracks
in
snow
on
a
crisp
winter's
day
A
sack
of
fresh
conies
hanging
up
in
the
oak
tree,
the
cold
breeze
sways
Tobacco
pouch,
his
carved
pipe
& his
coat
clearly
shows
his
mark
& The
huntsman
wipes
his
aged
brow
so
the
deadly
game
can
now
start
again
Lying
across
a
hollowed
stump,
so
his
rifle
aim
is
assured
The
deer
in
the
clearing
has
not
seen
him
& yet
it
hesitates
One
on
one,
man
& prey
bask
in
the
silence
of
final
moments
& Then
he'll
be
back
on
the
road
to
his
home
& his
wife
At
the
end
of
the
day...
At
the
end
of
the
day...
At
the
end
of
the
day...
It
will
be
over
Ahead
in
his
spyglass,
the
huntsman
views
his
foe
in
this
frozen
moment.
Fixes
his
sights
on
the
hollow
& fires
with
drawn
breath
One
on
one,
the
law
& the
breaker,
his
justice
is
swift...
The
figure
lying
there
on
the
ground
in
the
red
of
crushed
berries
At
the
end
of
the
day...
At
the
end
of
the
day...
At
the
end
of
the
day...
It
will
be
over
1 The Root, The Leaf & the Bone
2 Decon(Struction) Blues
3 Autumn Song
4 Old School
5 Palace of Delights
6 The Huntsman & the Poacher
7 Mists of Morning Calling to the Day
8 Amongst the Sleepers
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