Lord of the Forest-O

to the tune of the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies

That night the wind blowed wild-O,
And the young man came to his window-O,
And he heard a voice above the wild wild wind,
That was the Lord of the Forest-O.

And he laid aside his Armani suit
That he had worn to the hunt ball-O
And he dressed in a jersey and a tatty pair of jeans
To follow the Lord of the Forest-O

And he plucked off both of his Gucci shoes,
That he had bought in Harrods-O,
He went out into the street in his bare, bare feet,
All out in the wind and the weather-O.

And he ran out of her Windsor flat
And he ran through the town to the Great Park-O
Until he came to a grove of old oak trees
Where stood the Lord of the Forest-O

“What makes you leave your expensive home,
Your champagne lifestyle to forego,
What makes you leave your brand new silver Porsche,
To run with the Lord of the Forest-O?”

“O what care I for my trendy flat,
What care I for the champagne-O,
What care I for my brand new silver Porsche,
When I hear the Lord of the Forest-O?”

“Last night you slept in the Dorchester,
With a football star that the papers know,
But tonight you'll sleep with the deer in the woods,
If you stay with the Lord of the Forest-O.”

“Oh what care I for a top-class suite,
And what care I for the famous-O?
Tonight I shall sleep with my deer-antlered Lord,
In this windswept glade in the forest-O.”

And he settled down on his ferny bed
And the Lord of the Forests lay with him-O
And if you listen well when the winter wind doth blow
You’ll hear him call to you to come with him-O

Alexa Duir
© 2005