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The Hunt Lyrics - Artist : Cliff Richard
Hark, what is that sound I hear
Hark, is it a running deer Hark, it is like music in my ears Shh, I think there may be two Shh, wait 'til I give the cue Shh, and then be sure your aim is true There, they are against the sun There, they go there on the run There, they know the chase has just begun The fever of excitement Running through my veins The fragrance of the bracken After heavy rains The subtle hint of magic That inflames my soul The hunter is a king And I'm happy in the role Look, the hounds are losing ground Look, they can't but stand around Look, we may as well be homeward bound The fever of excitement Running through my veins The fragrance of the bracken After heavy rains The subtle hint of magic That inflames my soul The hunter is a king And I'm happy in the role Look, the hounds are losing ground Look, they can't but stand around Look, we may as well be homeward bound Homeward! Homeward! |
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