The Elf Ride
This song was given to me by one of the performers at Scarborough and Hawkwood.  I don't know the author, but I am looking...  If you recognize it, let me know.   It is a delightfully, shivery song....

 Am                G                   Am
Sunlight has fled and the shadows near
                C                                  Em
Come gather ye children from elven lands
    Am                           G                   Em
Diana has risen; her horn we can hear
                    Am                    G            Am
And the chorusing time is again at hand
 
                            Am              G               Am
Chorus:   By the call of the horn is the stillness shorn
    C                       Em
Time for us runs slow
                Am                                  G            Em
But we laugh and we sing as we go a-hunting
                  Am                 G           Am           G
And we run where the wild ones go –oh - oh
                  Am               Em         Am
And we run where the wild ones go.

 Am                G                Am
Fast on the track of this moonlit land
             C                                                         Em
Come ho, my companions, what is this we find?
      Am                                  G                           Em
A pretty young maid and a handsome young man
       Am                            G               Am
Alone this night in the green wood light.
  Am                 G                     Am
Quicksilver thought and our magick born
   C                                                           Em
She with the doe’s eye as so she shall be
             Am                                        G                 Em
And to him we will give both  the hoof and the horn
            Am                                  G            Am
And strong as the stag, as a stag goes he.      Chorus

Am                   G                     Am
Our joy is the hunt and how sweet the pain
             C                             Em
The chase, my pretties, is all of the fun
      Am                                      G                   Em
If you fear us well, then your lives you may gain
       Am                    G             Am
So run, my pretty playthings, run.
          Am                   G                Am
Too soon now with light will the sky grow pale.
           C                                                          Em
How thin and how frail grow our shadowy forms.
          Am                                   G                 Em
Our hunting is done and the spell it must fade
                  Am                            G       Am
For our power dies when the day is born.      Chorus
 

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