Текст песни Hunting Song - Pentangle
As
I
did
travel
all
on
a
journey
Over
the
wayside
and
under
a
dark
moon
Hanging
above
a
mountain
I
spied
a
young
man
riding
a
fine
horse
Chasing
a
white
hart
and
all
through
the
woodland
There
go
the
hunting
and
cries
And
there
followed
after
ten
kings
and
queens
Laughing
and
joking,
the
white
hart
they'd
seen
Bloodied
running
into
the
bushes
I
plume
to
his
helmet,
a
quiver
and
a
bow
There's
nowhere
to
run
now,
there's
no
place
to
go
The
hunter
is
fast
and
ready
Still
farther
I
journeyed
through
the
hills
and
the
valleys
Until
upon
the
verge
of
despair
I
sat
and
rested
And
there
did
pass
a
princely
knight
poursuite
by
a
lady
And
this
she
did
say:
"Oh
may
I
ask
you
kind
sir
where
you
are
going?
And
pray
tell
unto
me
sir
why
you
do
hurry
Strange
that
I
should
meet
you
here,
come
sit
by
me.
"I
have
here
a
magic
horn
to
deliver
And
one
drop
from
this
silver
and
gold
horn
I
hold,
sir
Shall
prove
all
to
be
false,
lovers
beware!"
"The
gift
that
you
bear
for
your
brother
the
king
I
gladly
would
carry
to
the
banquet
this
even'
What
fair
sport
this
would
be
for
the
maidens
at
court."
Wearily
I
crossed
the
stream
to
the
castle
Where
I
found
shelter
from
the
cold
wintry
wind
And
food
did
I
have
and
plenty
But
the
Lord
and
Lady
seemed
so
sad
For
these
words
they
did
say
unto
each
other:
"My
good
lord,
all
off
to
war
in
thy
armor
Leaving
me
here
alone
to
weep
and
to
worry
Take
care
lest
misadventure
Shall
overcome
thy
kindly
heart
My
good
lord,
all
off
to
war
in
thy
armor."
"My
lady,
you
have
no
need
for
to
worry
I'll
return
victorious
and
true
unto
thee
Take
care,
lest
misadventure
Shall
stain
your
heart
and
lead
to
woe
My
fair
lady
you
have
no
need
for
to
worry."
While
underneath
the
spreading
oak
a
knight
with
white
device
Upon
a
shield
of
black,
and
deep
in
grief
and
sorrow
sings
His
unrequited
love
"Young
noblewoman
riding
by,
pray
tell
me
have
you
seen
Queen
Azelda
the
fairest
maid,
in
company
she
rides
For
I
swear
to
have
revenge."
A
thousand
days
have
come
and
passed,
the
Lord
returns
this
night
The
victor
from
the
bloody
wars
proven
his
fearsome
might
As
ever
he
would
claim
But
fate
has
played
its
wanton
game,
the
circle
come
full
turn
The
magic
horn
has
done
its
work,
cried
"Falseness
is
found
out!"
The
sorrowed
quest
is
over
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