Reynardine Songtext
von Bert Jansch

One morning as I rambled along the spring time
I overheard a young woman conversing with Reynardine
She said, "My man, please be civil, my company forsake
For to my good opinion I fear you are a rake"


"Oh no my dear, I am no rake, cast out and made a thief
And I′m a searching for concealment from the judge's man"
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, they lost their bloom so fine
She fell into his arms then all among the mountain thyme

He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, ′til she came to again
And modestly she begged him, "Pray, tell to me your name"
He said, "My dear, if you look for me, perhaps you will not me find
But I'll be in my castle, pray inquire for Reynardine"

All day and night she followed him, her eyes so bright, dear child
And he led her over the mountains in his light, bold Reynardine