Erl King Songtext
von Ghost Bees

Good and up, I′ll be dead before dawn
Came mine soul, I'll be dead before dawn
And though your eyes appear light and withdrawn
I′ll be dead before dawn
I'll be dead before dawn

Father, father, I fear for the night
When the Erlking come to collect us
Father, father, I fear for my soul as you should
Father, father, make sense of the right
Let's turn back our horse
And flee from this unsightly terror
That is trembling through these woods


My son, you must be pacified
These scenes of dreams are only imagination
My son, you must be satisfied
I′ll keep you safe from fancy apparition
My dear young one with eyes so wild
Be still, my son, you waggish child
I′ll hold your head and keep you warm
There's nothing here to harm you

Child, you′re beautiful
Come lie with the Erlking
Child, you're beautiful
Come quiet, come willing
The gifts I could give to you
The wind and the wild river spring
Child, you′re beautiful
Come quiet, come willing

Father, father, can you hear his cries
When the Erlking come to collect us?
Father, father, I fear for my soul as you should
Father, father, make sense of the right
Let's turn back our horse
And flee from this unsightly terror
That is trembling through these woods

My dear young one, I hear it clear
A hooting owl burrows near
No tawny trolls or urchin fears
There′s nothing here to harm you


Child, you're beautiful
Come lie with the Erlking
Child, you're beautiful
Come quiet, come willing
The gifts I could give to you
The wind and the wild river spring
Child, you′re beautiful
Come quiet, come willing

Father gallops frantically
Trembling with dread
For when he reached the weeping hearth
The child was dead