I be walking thro' this dark forest
I be hearing voices on the wind
I then be smelling fear on the cold north wind
'tis then I stop to think
This be not a normal night
They say tonight is the night they be walking
So I then think to drop to my knees out of sight
'twas a good thing I did
For 'twas then I be seeing the very source of the fear
A rider with an antler's head on a white horse
That be not of this world
I know to shield my face from its eyes
For in my head I be hearing the voice of death
'twas then that I turned and ran
Only to trip and be fallen over the nearest stump
To land in a thicket with a heavy bump
With my heart pounding in me head
Lucky it never saw me
Else now I would be walking the road of the dead
'twas the Wild Hunt I tell ye
Ye've got to believe me
I ain't touched no spirit to my lips
An' with it came other riders
'twas like seeing the dead
For the forest was alive with lights and noises
Thank the lord above I still be alive
Tonight 'twas the night they were abroad
Looking for souls to steal
For I know the compact be broken
The Sidhe be out and about
I saw it with my own two eyes
I know I am lucky to still be alive
I still try to think an' believe it
'tis but a potion that makes you forget
That's why so few folk ever see them
and them that do are thought to be telling tales
But be sure to listen when tell ye
Legends which they are still walk this earth
2nd September 1992
