S.J. Tucker - Hymn to Herne lyrics
[S.J. Tucker - Hymn to Herne lyrics]
You can say your prayers, work your rites
Burn your little candles day and night
You can shimmy 'til dawn
To the pounding drums
But, you best be ready when
The Horned One comes, yeah
If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
Dance a ring in the gathering storm
If the Solstice time gets your
Panties in a wad
It's just the coming of the Horned God
He will call you out, make you sweat
Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
So revel in the chase and
Let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!
Hunter who tracks outside of time
Guardian lord of ancient rhyme
Brother stag in the musky glen
And consort of the Goddess
In her woodland den
We call you forth as we make our way
Walking in your power every day
Guide us true in our hunt this night
And maybe even later in the Great Rite!
He will call you out, make you sweat
Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
So revel in the chase and
Let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!
If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
Dance a ring in the gathering storm
Revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
But, you'd best be ready, little one!
You'd best be ready when
The Horned One comes!
He will call you out, make you sweat
Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
So revel in the chase and
Let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!
Burn your little candles day and night
You can shimmy 'til dawn
To the pounding drums
But, you best be ready when
The Horned One comes, yeah
If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
Dance a ring in the gathering storm
If the Solstice time gets your
Panties in a wad
It's just the coming of the Horned God
He will call you out, make you sweat
Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
So revel in the chase and
Let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!
Hunter who tracks outside of time
Guardian lord of ancient rhyme
Brother stag in the musky glen
And consort of the Goddess
In her woodland den
We call you forth as we make our way
Walking in your power every day
Guide us true in our hunt this night
And maybe even later in the Great Rite!
He will call you out, make you sweat
Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
So revel in the chase and
Let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!
If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
Dance a ring in the gathering storm
Revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
But, you'd best be ready, little one!
You'd best be ready when
The Horned One comes!
He will call you out, make you sweat
Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
So revel in the chase and
Let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!