SHADES OF SHERWOOD
As I walked down through the green depths of Sherwood
as I walked down through fair Sherwood one day
I met a young bowman all dressed in green Lincoln
all dressed in green Lincoln and singing so gay
"brace the bow oh so tight, it has to be just right
then place the cloth yard against it's side
A strong arm to draw it then gently release it
and true it's the mark the arrow will fly"
I ask the young bowman from whence he had come there
he said, "I'm an outlaw, in hiding am I
The grass is my bed and the leaves are my pillow,
my walls are the trees and my roof is the sky"
"I shot an arrow at yonder Stag there
the keen edged broadhead pierced clear through his side
he ran to the forest where he sought safety
he fell to the ground, and there he died"
"Three blast from my horn brought my men from the greenwood
we carried the Stag to our camp in the glen
we roasted and toasted, of long shots we boasted
no better companions than my Merry Men"
His song slowly faded away in the forest,
was he ever really here at all?
listen...so faintly, the sound of a horn there
would it be...could it be, Robin Hoods call?