For The Turning Of Samhain, and the Rebirth of the Old Calendar:
The Fabled Hare Lyrics
I shall goe until a hare
Wi sorrow and such mickle care
I sall goe in the devil’s name
An while I go home again
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I am ruled by the moon
I move under her mantle
I am the symbol of her moods
Of rebirths cycle
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I am companion to the Gods
I can conceive while I am pregnant
I call the dawn and spring in
I am the advent
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I bring life from water
In a cup that must be broken
I whisper to the bursting egg
I’m Aestre’s token
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Scent of dog, scent of man
Closer closer, smell them coming
Hot breath, hot death
Closer closer, hard the running
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Tongues pant, hearts thump
Closer closer, through the fields
Teeth snap, bones crack
Closer closer, at my heels
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Nearer, yet and nearer
I can hear the hunter’s knife
He is running for my dinner
I am running for my life
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Winter wakeneth al my care
Nou this leues waxeth bare;
Ofte y sike ant mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht
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Man sprays no weeds
The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds
Leverets trapped in a harvest blade
‘Tis the time of man, the hare said
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Here’s the tractor, here’s the plough
And where shall we go now
We’ll lie in forms as still as the dead
In the open fields, the hare said
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No cover but the camouflage
From the winter’s wild and bitter rage
All our defence is in our legs
We run like the wind, the hare said
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I’ve been cursed, I’ve been despised
As a witch with darkest powers
I shall goe until a hare
I’ve been hunted trapped and punished
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In these my darkest hours
Wi’ sorrow and such mickle care
I’ve been thrown into the fire
But I do not fear it
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I shall goe until a hare
It purifies and resurrects
And I can bear it
Wi’ sorrow and such mickle care
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I’ve outrun dogs and foxes
And I’ve dodged the tractor wheels
I shall goe until a hare
I’ve survived your persecution
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And your ever-changing fields
Wi’ sorrow and such mickle care
I will run and run forever
Where the wild fields are mine
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I shall goe until a hare
I’m a symbol of endurance
Running through the mists of time
Wi’ sorrow and such mickle care
