Roberts/Lakeman
The White Hind' is based upon the traditional french song, 'La Biche Blanche.'
Caroline Herring - Vocals
Dave Burland - Vocals
Jim Moray - Vocals
Ben Nichols - Bass

Lyrics

Daughter you look pale and white and weary through the day.
Tell me why you leave each night and will not stay.
Forever in the bright daylight as a young girl I can go,
but I change at even-time to a pure white doe.

Three times they'll chase her down, three times she'll run away.
The fourth time that they chase her down her life they'll take.

They chase me through the forest green with hounds and hunting men,
and it is my own brother dear that rides with them.
Oh beg him now to stay his hand and hold his hounds at bay,
for I can break this curse if I can make midday.

Oh son , will you not stay inside and will you leash your hounds ?
For that white hind you hunt each night is your own blood.
I will ride the forest green and I will not stay my hand
and I will claim the finest hind that roams the land.

Three times they chased her down, three times she's run away.
The fourth time that they chased her down, the white hind they did slay.

Oh son of mine I beg of you , where's my daughter dear ?
I hear a young girls voice ring out sweet and clear.
My heart is on the table and my blood is on the floor.
My bones are roasting on the coals, I'll return no more.