In the evening glow when the tide is low
I'll hang on Black Hill
And as cock crows at sun glow
I'll lower me down on Black Hill
As the Day Star burns and the Great Mill turns
I rise on Black Hill
Day is long when the shadows gone
I'll hang on Black Hill
And as she comes I will go
I lower me down on Black Hill
As the hunter returns with the hare
I'll rise on Black Hill
And we'll tread the dark without fear
And in our passing you will grow
And in our passing your time grows near
And in our passing you will know
And I'll walk the night as the hunter
And I'll walk the day as the mother
And I'll walk the night as the hunter
And I'll walk the day as the mother....
