The Briar Fields: Place of Dying

Place of Dying (Song of the Lonely Hunter)


Distant hunter
Distant hunter
I can smell you on the high wind
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Tell me why are your children a-crying?
Tell me hunter
Tell me hunter
Will this be my place of dying?

In the sunshine
In the green grass
In a hole in the canopy
With your thunder
And your metal
Will you feed your children with me?

Distant hunter
Distant hunter
I can smell you on the high wind
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Tell me why are your children a-crying?
Tell me hunter
Tell me hunter
Will this be my place of dying?

Well your thunder
It grows silent
And your metal, it poisons the land
All your children
They are dying
And the knife, how it trembles in your hand!

Desperate hunter
Desperate hunter
I can smell you on the high wind
Aging hunter
Aging hunter
Tell me why are your children a-crying?
Tell me hunter
Tell me hunter
Will this be your place of dying?