Herne

Kenny Klein

In the days of my childhood

Of a forest creature I learned

A man with beastly antlers

Who goes by the name of Herne

To some he’s protector

To some he’s a devil to be spurned

To some he’s a nightmare

The God of the forest called Herne

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Look in the shade of the forest glade

For eyes that gleam in the night

For the ghostly sheen that’s barely seen

Master of the wild ride

Three boys went out a-playing

A horn in the forest they found

One blew the tip upon his lip

It made a ghastly sound

Run, run, said the others

To a church nearby they did turn

But the one who ran too slowly

Stricken down by Herne

Oh come you roving yeomen

The Mabon fires to burn

Swear you by the wild ride

And by the name of Herne

He’ll give you good hunting

He’ll give you butter to churn

He’ll give you a vision

Of the God of the forest called Herne

From the CD