The Hunt
Wayne Chisholm
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Spice it with your daily grind Leave your troubled cares behind Walking with the wheel of turn Walking with the One, named Herne Bring your blood and sweat and tears Bring your anguish, bring your fears And in the cauldron watch them burn And grind to ash by the power of Herne Horn of the Hunting Lord it beckons Horn of the Hunting Lord it beckons But change ain't easy never cheap Needs more than a faithful leap It comes to those who ache and yearn To ride with the hunt of the Lord named Herne Beneath His Lady's silver moon His horn blares out an ancient tune A gift is there but you must earn Your time has come, your time, your turn Horn of the Hunting Lord...it beckon Horn of the Hunting Lord...it beckons Fear Him yes, but respect His role He culls the weak, makes strong the whole Yet every creatures is like His child He give his love, its called "The Wild" So Sing throughout your daily grind And leave those troubled cares behind Share with the world what you did learn When you became, a Child of Herne Horn of the Hunting Lord...it beckons Horn of the Hunting Lord...it beckons...
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