The Ballad of the Foxhunter (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:43 duration
๐ ID: 136385
๐ Lyrics
Lay me on a cushioned chair
Carry me you four
With cushions here and cushions there
To see the world once more
To stable and to kennel go
Bring me what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
And gently in a ring
And put my chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his house
That I might contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids drop his head falls low
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Brown Lollard treads upon the grass
And to the armchair goes
And now the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes his long brown nose
And now moves many a feathered tongue
Upon his wasted hands
For leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with news sorry wrung
Hounds are gazing on his face
Aged hounds and young
Fire is in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
And when the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
I cannot blow upon my horn
I can but weep and sigh
One blind hound lies apart
On the sun smitten grass
He holds deep commune in his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful din
Lifts his wintery head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and mournful cry
Carry me you four
With cushions here and cushions there
To see the world once more
To stable and to kennel go
Bring me what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
And gently in a ring
And put my chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his house
That I might contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids drop his head falls low
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Brown Lollard treads upon the grass
And to the armchair goes
And now the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes his long brown nose
And now moves many a feathered tongue
Upon his wasted hands
For leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with news sorry wrung
Hounds are gazing on his face
Aged hounds and young
Fire is in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
And when the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
I cannot blow upon my horn
I can but weep and sigh
One blind hound lies apart
On the sun smitten grass
He holds deep commune in his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful din
Lifts his wintery head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman Rody blow the horn
Make the hills reply
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and mournful cry
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:45.92] Lay me on a cushioned chair
[00:49.52] Carry me you four
[00:53.22] With cushions here and cushions there
[00:56.70] To see the world once more
[01:00.70] To stable and to kennel go
[01:04.17] Bring me what there is to bring
[01:08.06] Lead my Lollard to and fro
[01:11.44] And gently in a ring
[01:16.82] And put my chair upon the grass
[01:21.68] Bring Rody and his house
[01:24.52] That I might contented pass
[01:28.83] From these earthly bounds
[01:32.35] His eyelids drop his head falls low
[01:35.75] His old eyes cloud with dreams
[01:40.41] The sun upon all things that grow
[01:44.35] Falls in sleepy streams
[02:04.78] Brown Lollard treads upon the grass
[02:08.24] And to the armchair goes
[02:12.56] And now the old man's dreams are gone
[02:16.15] He smoothes his long brown nose
[02:20.19] And now moves many a feathered tongue
[02:23.62] Upon his wasted hands
[02:27.26] For leading aged hounds and young
[02:31.68] The huntsman near him stands
[02:36.95] The servants round his cushioned place
[02:40.57] Are with news sorry wrung
[02:44.90] Hounds are gazing on his face
[02:48.07] Aged hounds and young
[02:51.83] Fire is in the old man's eyes
[02:55.50] His fingers move and sway
[02:59.67] And when the wandering music dies
[03:03.36] They hear him feebly say
[03:08.13] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[03:12.21] Make the hills reply
[03:16.35] I cannot blow upon my horn
[03:20.41] I can but weep and sigh
[03:52.77] One blind hound lies apart
[03:56.02] On the sun smitten grass
[03:59.97] He holds deep commune in his heart
[04:03.59] The moments pass and pass
[04:07.30] The blind hound with a mournful din
[04:11.07] Lifts his wintery head
[04:15.11] The servants bear the body in
[04:18.54] The hounds wail for the dead
[04:23.92] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[04:28.52] Make the hills reply
[04:32.18] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[04:36.01] Make the hills reply
[04:39.96] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[04:44.15] Make the hills reply
[04:48.15] The huntsman loosens on the morn
[04:53.36] A gay and mournful cry
[05:43.38]
[00:49.52] Carry me you four
[00:53.22] With cushions here and cushions there
[00:56.70] To see the world once more
[01:00.70] To stable and to kennel go
[01:04.17] Bring me what there is to bring
[01:08.06] Lead my Lollard to and fro
[01:11.44] And gently in a ring
[01:16.82] And put my chair upon the grass
[01:21.68] Bring Rody and his house
[01:24.52] That I might contented pass
[01:28.83] From these earthly bounds
[01:32.35] His eyelids drop his head falls low
[01:35.75] His old eyes cloud with dreams
[01:40.41] The sun upon all things that grow
[01:44.35] Falls in sleepy streams
[02:04.78] Brown Lollard treads upon the grass
[02:08.24] And to the armchair goes
[02:12.56] And now the old man's dreams are gone
[02:16.15] He smoothes his long brown nose
[02:20.19] And now moves many a feathered tongue
[02:23.62] Upon his wasted hands
[02:27.26] For leading aged hounds and young
[02:31.68] The huntsman near him stands
[02:36.95] The servants round his cushioned place
[02:40.57] Are with news sorry wrung
[02:44.90] Hounds are gazing on his face
[02:48.07] Aged hounds and young
[02:51.83] Fire is in the old man's eyes
[02:55.50] His fingers move and sway
[02:59.67] And when the wandering music dies
[03:03.36] They hear him feebly say
[03:08.13] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[03:12.21] Make the hills reply
[03:16.35] I cannot blow upon my horn
[03:20.41] I can but weep and sigh
[03:52.77] One blind hound lies apart
[03:56.02] On the sun smitten grass
[03:59.97] He holds deep commune in his heart
[04:03.59] The moments pass and pass
[04:07.30] The blind hound with a mournful din
[04:11.07] Lifts his wintery head
[04:15.11] The servants bear the body in
[04:18.54] The hounds wail for the dead
[04:23.92] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[04:28.52] Make the hills reply
[04:32.18] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[04:36.01] Make the hills reply
[04:39.96] Huntsman Rody blow the horn
[04:44.15] Make the hills reply
[04:48.15] The huntsman loosens on the morn
[04:53.36] A gay and mournful cry
[05:43.38]