Words and Music: Emil Allzuwissender (Ernest Clark)
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A glade along the forest path, at the end of day,
Offered kind relief, and so there did the party stay.
Escort of a princess, in center did she ride,
Going to some noble as his long-awaited bride.
Others knew the stewardship of that fighting band,
Had an ambush waiting for them in that Judas land.
Threw a ring around the camp, men behind each tree,
And only Lady Katherine was outside and could flee!
So run, Lady, run, help is needed desp'rately
Footsteps right behind you, or is it but the wind?
Run until your slippered feet leave a trail of blood to draw the hunt,
Perhaps you'll reach a friendly keep, so run, Lady, run!
Getting water from a stream, you hear the fight begin,
You know the camp will hold for long, but can not hope to win.
An outside force could lift the siege, did they only know--
But foemen saw you leave the camp, so now you've got to go!
So run, Lady, run, help is needed desp'rately
Footsteps right behind you, or is it but the wind?
Run until your slippered feet leave a trail of blood to draw the hunt,
Perhaps you'll reach a friendly keep, so run, Lady, run!
Sprint away from battle sounds, try to follow stars,
Never mind your aching lungs or heed your bramble scars.
You think you've lost your chasers, you rest and hear no sounds,
But stagger on in terror at the baying of the hounds.
So run, Lady, run, help is needed desp'rately
Footsteps right behind you, or is it but the wind?
Run until your slippered feet leave a trail of blood to draw the hunt,
Perhaps you'll reach a friendly keep, so run, Lady, run!
Lurch from clearing forest, the hunt is drawing nigh,
But then you see a stony keep athwart the sunrise sky.
Falling at the entryway as legs beneath you fail,
But help is now about you as you whisper out your tale.
So run, Lady, run, help is needed desp'rately
Footsteps right behind you, or is it but the wind?
Run until your slippered feet leave a trail of blood to draw the hunt,
Perhaps you'll reach a friendly keep, so run, Lady, run!
The seige was broken that very day, a vict'ry it would seem,
But Katherine now walks about as in a waking dream.
She sees the forest, hears the hunt, her face bespeaks her strife;
I fear that she'll be running for the rest of her life.
So run, Lady, run, help is needed desp'rately
Footsteps right behind you, or is it but the wind?
Run until your slippered feet leave a trail of blood to draw the hunt,
Someday you'll reach a friendly keep, so run, Lady, run!