The Hunter Songtext
von Jack Hardy

You who were the gatherer
Who gathered me in arms
And spent the winter wandering
As safe as we were warm
When spring was ripe upon us
You sowed your summer greed
And in autumn with your sickle
You took away my need

Gaze upon orion
The hunter who′s been chained
And forced into the heavens
The king who has been lamed
For i was once the hunter
And you were once my friend
And you'll not have your freedom
′til I am free to hunt again


Call down the moon
If you can call it down
Call down the moon
If you know what to say (call it down)
Call down the moon
For a man call it down
And he will be yours for a year and a day
But oh what a year
But oh what a day

The child of the hunter
They have given him my name
And torn the arrows from him
To uniform his game
Of protecting the provisions
And ownership of ground
Thwarted in his vision
By his woman and her sound

Call down the moon
If you can call it down
Call down the moon
If you know what to say (call it down)
Call down the moon
For a man call it down
And he will be yours for a year and a day
But oh what a year
But oh what a day


The wild grapes all are raisins
The currants are rock-hard
The holly bears its berries
Blood-red upon the yard
So dream upon your pillow
The omen winds of sleep
That rustle through the window
And hunt along with me

Call down the moon
If you can call it down
Call down the moon
If you know what to say (call it down)
Call down the moon
For a man call it down
And he will be yours for a year and a day
But oh what a year
But oh what a day