The
Night of the Hunt
(Autumn
Winds the Song)
Francis
C. Parker, Jr.
(FilkFerret)
Copyright©
Nov 2002
The
wind howls and the fog grows thick
Whirlwinds
form in the air
The
night chill grows and rain pours down
The
clarion call is clear. (chorus)
This
is the night of the Hunt
When
the worlds are closest in touch
The
Lord of the hunt with his hounds at bay
Searches
for souls who have passed away
To
lead them on their way
By
earth, water, air, and fire
He
calls the spirits again
Ghosts
who have passed this year gone by
And
takes them to greet old friends (chorus)
There’s
a place we call the Summerland
Far
from the wind and the rain
A
place of peace; a place of rest
Before
the next Wheel begins. (chorus)
For
us mortals left behind
The
wind ravages the pines
The
fog grows thicker
And
the rain comes down
Fear
grows in every heart around
For
unknown forces abound
But
rest thee with the knowledge
Even
though the veil is thin
The
spirit world is only part, my friend
Of
the Goddess’s earthly whims
And
He will not harm nor will he hunt
Those
whose time has not yet come
But
when you have slipped this mortal life
Dropping
your shackles, freed from strife
The
hunt will begin in the night
As
autumn winds blow across the land
Remember
mortal is man
Someday
in a future time and place
He
will bring us home again. (chorus)
And
that will be the night of the hunt
When
the worlds are closest in touch
The
Lord of the hunt with his hounds at bay
Searches
for souls who have passed away
To
lead them on their way
This
is the night of the Hunt
This
is the night of the Hunt
This
is the night of the Hunt!