I shall goe until a hare 
 Wi sorrow and such mickle care 
 I sall goe in the devil's name 
 An while I go home again 
      I am ruled by the moon 
 I move under her mantle 
 I am the symbol of her moods 
 Of rebirths cycle   
 I am companion to the Gods 
 I can conceive while I am pregnant 
 I call the dawn and spring in 
 I am the advent   
 I bring life from water 
 In a cup that must be broken 
 I whisper to the bursting egg 
 I'm Aestre's token     
 Scent of dog, scent of man 
 Closer closer, smell them coming 
 Hot breath, hot death 
 Closer closer, hard the running   
 Tongues pant, hearts thump 
 Closer closer, through the fields 
 Teeth snap, bones crack 
 Closer closer, at my heels   
 Nearer, yet and nearer 
 I can hear the hunter's knife 
 He is running for my dinner 
 I am running for my life     
 Winter wakeneth al my care 
 Nou this leues waxeth bare; 
 Ofte y sike ant mourne sare 
 When hit cometh in my thoht 
 Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht     
 Man sprays no weeds 
 The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds 
 Leverets trapped in a harvest blade 
 'Tis the time of man, the hare said   
 Here's the tractor, here's the plough 
 And where shall we go now 
 We'll lie in forms as still as the dead 
 In the open fields, the hare said   
 No cover but the camouflage 
 From the winter's wild and bitter rage 
 All our defence is in our legs 
 We run like the wind, the hare said     
 I've been cursed, I've been despised 
 As a witch with darkest powers 
 I shall goe until a hare 
 I've been hunted trapped and punished 
 In these my darkest hours 
 Wi' sorrow and such mickle care   
 I've been thrown into the fire 
 But I do not fear it 
 I shall goe until a hare 
 It purifies and resurrects 
 And I can bear it 
 Wi' sorrow and such mickle care   
 I've outrun dogs and foxes 
 And I've dodged the tractor wheels 
 I shall goe until a hare 
 I've survived your persecution 
 And your ever-changing fields 
 Wi' sorrow and such mickle care   
 I will run and run forever 
 Where the wild fields are mine 
 I shall goe until a hare 
 I'm a symbol of endurance 
 Running through the mists of time 
 Wi' sorrow and such mickle care.