THE MYSTERIOUS LIFE OF ROBIN GOODFELLOW

Come all you lads of high renown, this warning take by me

Don't ego hunting the milk white stag that lives in the autumn lea

For there's many's the man met Robin in Green,

And never from hunting returned

And what they found of Robin

No mortal man ever has learned

For Robin is green in the green of the spring, and

Gold in the gold of the fall

And sorry's the lot of the wisest man

Who doesn’t known Robin at all

Now there's many's the spirit that cannot be seen or the

Voice that never gets heard

And a sane man turns from the will-o-the-wisp, and

Quickly to road he returns

For the forest is thick with enchantment in the

Whisper of the night, and

Robin is seen in anything green

To many a traveller's fright

For Robin is green in the green of the spring, and

Gold in the gold of the fall

And sorry's the lot of the wisest man

Who doesn’t known Robin at all

Now Robin will take his pleasure in many a sorry man's plight

And he's known as a spirit of leisure and to

Baffle your wits his delight

But Robin is king of the greenwood and the white stag he commands

And any who mean to dishonor the green is left in Robin's hands

For Robin is green in the green of the spring, and

Gold in the gold of the fall

And sorry's the lot of the wisest man

Who doesn’t known Robin at all