The Huntsman (Morydd's Song)
When mist curls round the mountain heights
And dew shines on the moss
The Huntsman takes his mighty stride
The cliffs and streams to cross
Where then he draws the morning light
The crebain take to wing
Where then he smiles to breathe the wind
The rivers rush to sing
From towering pine to willow vine
That sway in midday sun
Down he calls the hawk to dive
And the hare to run
Round he wanders axe in hand
To every hidden grove
The shade of every tree to know
The stone in every cove
At dusk in feathered golden cloak
The sun bows at his feet
Charmed and hushed the beasts of night
Shall gather close to meet
Deep his voice will tell the tales
Of arrows he let free
As when he shot from mountain peak
A demon of the sea
And turns he back through every place
To leave a parting glance
With stars he sets the cliffs aflame
For him they all shall dance
Yet deep unto the mountain's heart
Dares he not to roam
One place alone he passes by
Through moonlight to his home
For there I keep a feast for him
My dark song at the door
'Til comes the night he lies with me
And wakes the world no more
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