Robin Williamson - The Dancing Of The Lord Of Weir Lyrics
By Robin WilliamsonRobin Williamson: Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, jew's harp, bazooki, gong and vocal.In the third part of the yearwhen men begin to gather fuel against thecoming coldhear hoover ring hard on frosty groundbegins our songfor centuries we lived alone high on the moorsherding the deer for milk and cheese for leatherand hornhumans came seldom nighfor we with our spells held them at bayand they with gifts of wine and grain didhonour usreturning at evening from the great mountainsout red hoods ring with bells lightly we rununtil before our own green hillthere we did standshe is stolenshe is snatched awaythrough watery meads straying our lovelydaughtershe of the wild eyesshe of the wild hairsnatched up to the saddle of the lord of Weirwho has his castle high upon a craga league awayupon the horse of air at once we rodeto where Weir's castle lifts like a crippled clawinto the moonand taking form of minstrels brightly cladwe paced upon white ponies to the gateand rang thereon"we come to sing unto my lord of Weira merry song."into his sorry hall we steppedwhere was our daughter bound near his chair"come play a measure!""sir at once we will!"and we began to sing and playto lightly dance in rings and faster turnno man within that hall could keep his seatbut needs must dance and leapagainst his willthis was the way we danced them to the doorand sent them on their way into the worldwhere they will leap amaintill they think one kind thoughtfor all I know they may be dancing stillwhile we returned with our owninto our halland entering inmade fastthe grassy door.
