Good Hunter
Words by Samantha Moore and Lisa Theriot
Music by Samantha Moore
© 2005 Raven Boy Music
Am G
Come sit you down on this dark night
F E
Wind well thy horn, Good Hunter
Am G
And hearken to a tale of fright
F G Am
Though you be a mighty hunter.
Am Em Am
A maid dwells in the woods nearby
Am G E
Wind well thy horn, Good Hunter
Am Em Am
She draws the careless with her cry
F G Am
For she is a mighty hunter.
No mortal man can break her will (Wind well…)
No sword avails, no strength, no skill
For she is…
One day a man of chivalry
Wind well…
Heeded not this history
For he was a mighty hunter
So I will tell you of his fate (Wind well…)
The knight who learned the truth too late
Though he was a mighty hunter
He ranged the woods both far and near (Wind well…)
Till the sounds of weeping drew his ear
For he was a mighty hunter
"Why weep you in the forest here?" (Wind well…)
"A boar has killed my husband dear!"
Though he was a mighty hunter
“Oh where shall I this wild boar see”? (Wind well…)
“Oh blow a blast, he’ll come to thee”
For he is a mighty hunter
The knight put horn unto his mouth (Wind well…)
He blew it north, east, west and south
For he was a mighty hunter
And strong as seven armored men (Wind well…)
The boar came forth from out his den
For he was a mighty hunter
The boar cut wounds of scarlet red (Wind well…)
But the knight at last struck off his head
Though he was a mighty hunter
Then the maid turned to the knight (Wind well…)
“Thou art the man of greater might”
Oh, you are a mighty hunter
“Fair lady sad this day must be, (Wind well…)
But let me take you off with me,
For I am a mighty hunter
Your beauty rare has captured me (Wind well…)
Come off my love, I’ll marry thee”
For I am a mighty hunter
“Oh foolish man no wife I’ll be (Wind well…)
‘Tis ye who’ll come and follow me
For I am a mighty hunter
You have slain my magic boar (Wind well…)
Who was, as you, a man before
Though he was a mighty hunter
And now you’ll take his place, good knight (Wind well…)
Till you are slain by greater might
Yes, by some mighty hunter”
The knight cried out in grief full sore (Wind well…)
Where he had stood now lay a boar
And he was a mighty hunter
Beware all ye the crying bride (Wind well…)
Who lives within the greenwoodside
For she is a mighty hunter
Hunt not within the Maid’s domain (Wind well…)
Or as a beast you may remain
As one more mighty hunter