Shepherd's Song - The Amazing Blondel

On tyrant’s land

Near Gainesboro town

He sits so still

Wears no smile nor a frown

His hair shines black

As a raven’s wing

And the sound of his pipes

Make the old trees sing

Hear, hear the shepherd’s song he sings it just for you

Hear, hear the shepherd’s song he sings it just for you

With crook in hand

His staff and sling

He spreads the news

Of crusades and the king

His flock around

On a cold dark night

And he plays his pipes

To the fire light Chorus

His ghost now walks

That lonely moor

At dead of night

When the north winds roar

And in the season

When time is ripe

He’ll chill the air

With the sound of his pipes