Lay me in a cushioned chair
Carry me, ye four
With cushions here and cushions there
To see the world once more
To stable and to kennel go
Bring what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
Or gently in a ring
Put the chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his hounds
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids drop, his head falls low
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun falls on all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
And to the armchair goes
There the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes the long, brown nose
And now moves many a [?] tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with new new sorrow wrung
The hounds are gazing on his face
The aged hounds and young
The fire is in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
When the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
"Oh huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
I cannot blow upon my horn
I can't but weep and sigh"
One blind hound lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass
He holds commune with his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful wail
He lifts his wintry head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and mournful cry
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Lay me in a cushioned chair
Carry me, ye four
With cushions here and cushions there
To see the world once more
To stable and to kennel go
Bring what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
Or gently in a ring
Put the chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his hounds
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids drop, his head falls low
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun falls on all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
And to the armchair goes
There the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes the long, brown nose
And now moves many a [?] tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with new new sorrow wrung
The hounds are gazing on his face
The aged hounds and young
The fire is in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
When the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
"Oh huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
I cannot blow upon my horn
I can't but weep and sigh"
One blind hound lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass
He holds commune with his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful wail
He lifts his wintry head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and mournful cry
Carry me, ye four
With cushions here and cushions there
To see the world once more
To stable and to kennel go
Bring what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
Or gently in a ring
Put the chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his hounds
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds
His eyelids drop, his head falls low
His old eyes cloud with dreams
The sun falls on all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
And to the armchair goes
There the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes the long, brown nose
And now moves many a [?] tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with new new sorrow wrung
The hounds are gazing on his face
The aged hounds and young
The fire is in the old man's eyes
His fingers move and sway
When the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say
"Oh huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
I cannot blow upon my horn
I can't but weep and sigh"
One blind hound lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass
He holds commune with his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful wail
He lifts his wintry head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
Huntsman, Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and mournful cry
Writer: Loreena McKennitt
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing