Lay me in a cushioned chair
With cushions here and 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
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
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn
There the old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes the long, brown nose
And now moves many a pleasant tongue
Leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his cushioned place
Are with 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
Oh huntsman Rody, blow the horn
I cannot blow upon my horn
One blind hound lies apart
He holds commune with his heart
The moments pass and pass
The blind hound with a mournful wail
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead
Huntsman Rody, blow the horn
Huntsman Rody, blow the horn
The huntsman loosens on the morn
Composição: Loreena McKennitt
