Lord of the Forest-O

to the tune of the Raggle-Taggle Gypsies

That night the wind blowed wild-O,
And the lady came to her window-O,
And she heard a voice above the wild wild wind,
That was the Lord of the Forest-O.

And she plucked off her Weitzman shoes,
That she had bought in Harrods-O,
She went out into the street in her bare, bare feet,
All out in the wind and the weather-O.

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

And she ran out of her Windsor flat
And she ran through the town to the Great Park-O
Until she 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 she settled down on her ferny bed
And the Lord of the Forest lay with her-O
But when the birds sang, she soon rose up again
For she missed her cocaine and the Bollinger-O!

So on winter’s nights, when the wild wind blows
And you hear the boughs bend in the garden-O
If answer his call to come run at his side
Then surrender more than cappuccino-O!

Alexa Duir
© 2005