Heather Alexander
Three songs I’ve grown quite fond of lately:
All sung by Heather Alexander
Creature of the Wood
I am a Creature of the Wood,
forsaken in my solitude
My song is pleasure and is pain,
my song can drive a man insane
So come with me, my pipes I’ll play,
and we will dance ’till break of dayI shall be thy lover
I’ve been alive since time began,
not beast, not god, and yet not man
I am the music and the dance,
I am the piper who enchants
So loose all ties to mortal kind,
my pipes shall play within thy mindI shall by thy lover
Come unto me my beauteous maid,
I’ll lead thee to the hidden glade
Thou shalt be happy and be free,
when I play, thou wilt dance for me
We’ll feast on fruit fresh from the vine,
and I will sample fruit of thineI shall be thy lover
Sweet love I’ll make for thee alone,
and show thee sights before unknown
I’ll be thy master and thy friend,
for I’m the gold at rainbow’s end
I am the beast within all men,
I am the rhyme past mortal kenI shall be thy lover
I’ve played my pipes before man’s dawn,
seen maidens ripe, turn pale and wan
Taught man the art of song and dance,
yet had to part from mortal clans
I must return to silent dells,
no fire burns, and nature dwellsI shall be thy lover
So take thy rest within the shade,
and as the evening hours fade
I’ll take thee deeper in the glade,
my cloven hooves through the heather wade
I’ll teach thee things man has forbade,
our souls entwined and unafraidI shall be thy lover
(first verse)
Gypsy’s Fire
Bite of spring, little kiss of rain,
Nature sings with her wild refrain
Heed the call of the old town crier,
“I?ve just seen the first gypsy fire!”[chorus]
?Round and ?round, Higher and higher,
Spirits bound by wild desire
Let it raze the very town entire,
All ablaze with a gypsy?s fire!Sweating heat in the summer steam,
Makes a body glisten and gleam,
Sunburned arms in the evening- warm and tight,
Slip and slide on a gypsy night[chorus]
Muscles stretch in the autumn breeze
Ripened vines help to tangle and tease
Harvest comes in the midst of flower and thorn,
Bonfires burn ?til the night is worn[chorus]
Winter snow cannot still the heat
That commands gypsy hearts to beat,
Tumbling deep down beneath the furs can bring
Bright, budding gypsies in the spring![chorus]
?Round and ?round, Nature?s wheel will turn,
In that pattern every heart can burn,
Every season as the sun retires,
Watch you sharp for those gypsy fires!
Black Jack’s Lady
Two horses trails within the grass
A gypsy man and his bonny wee lass
They are heading for the Hedgeford Pass
?Tis none but the Black Jack?s LadyThe moonlight glistens like his grin
The lass lays back and welcomes him in
For to love this way, can there be sin?
?Cuz she now the Black Jack?s LadyThey love all night with the dawn
The lady wakes and her Davy is gone
What a fool she?s been to have tagged along
And be known as the Black Jack?s LadyShe?s gathered up her goods and gear
Her current path is now crystal clear
?Cuz a vow she swore for to conjure fear
In the heart of the Black Jack DavyWith stolen horse and a sword as well
Revenge has cast its unbreakable fear
And she rides all night like a spawn from hell
On the path of the Black Jack Davy[chorus]
She rides o?er hill and she rides o?er dale
With silver sword and a stallion pale
On the winds you can hear the banshee wail
?Tis the cry of the Black Jack?s LadyHer hair is like the setting sun
Her grace and speed they are rivaled by none
But you soon shall rue the deed you have done
If you lie with the Black Jack?s LadyHer face is fair and her breath is sweet
But do not fall for her cunning deceit
For she?ll slice you wide from your head to your feet
?Tis the way of a Black Jack LadyBlack Jack Davy,
Turn yourself around
Else your lady will lay you
In the cold, hard groundAnd now upon each dark moon night
With eyes ablaze though they never give light
Riding horseback with her sword blade bright
Goes the form of the Black Jack?s LadySo lock your doors, inside to stay
Young men best keep out of her way
?Cuz there?s none can stop her sword, they say,
Or the ride of the Black Jack?s Lady[chorus]
Young men best be strong and true
And faithful in the loving you do
Or else the gods have pity on you
If you meet with the Black Jack?s Lady
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