Sunday, November 7, 2010

A belated Halloween song from me and Robin (we're the Gothic Rangers)

I was out of town last Sunday, so didn't get to put this song up for Halloween. Better never than late? Oh, well. Here it is anyway, and I hope we don't scare you too badly.











Hour of the Banshee

Don’t you hear that banshee
Wailing in the clearing
Someone’s gonna die tonight
The moon’s eye is peering

Don’t it give you gooseflesh
Don’t it bring a frightening
What if we should see her
Naked in the lightning

Let’s go running through the wood wind
Running through the night fen
Running as if haints were gaining on our speed
Flying through the briar
With unnatural power
So we don’t miss the hour of the banshee


Cowards are home cowering
Afraid their name is shrieking borne
But I’m in such a frenzy
To see her whirling in the storm

Come on with me if you dare
We can make it ere the morn
Don’t you want to look and stare
At her diaphanous form

Let’s go running through the wood wind
Running through the night fen
Running as if haints were gaining on our speed
Flying through the briar
With unnatural power
So we don’t miss the hour of the banshee

Let’s go running through the wood wind
Running with mortal grins
Running as if hounds of hell were free
Flying through the swamp mire
Through St. Elmo’s green fire
So we ain’t late for the hour of the banshee



Words & Music by Tim Buck

2 comments:

  1. Did you sing this Tim? Cool! ))) Melikes! L.

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