The winter was bitter there were wolves in the night
The fever was raging no end was in sight
We roamed through the hillsides, moors and the bog
Searching for dragons with a lamp in the fog
They do enough mischief, terrorize towns
Frightening our children and scaring the hounds
When you catch him be sure not to look in his eye
For to stare at a dragon is surely to die
The full moon is amber snow falling white
The cauldron is steaming with spells in the night
Fasten the shutters lower the latch
By midnight tomorrow we've a dragon to catch
(Fasten the shutters get out of bed
There's a dragon out there with a price on his head)
There was little to eat but some musty old bread
It was cold as the ashes of a fire that's dead
For months and for years we were true to our quest
Searching for dragons taking no rest
On through the ages day after day
We searched for the dragon October to May
With no dragon to slay no maidens in need
This life would be worthless and empty indeed
Little was spoken much remains unsaid
Beware of the dragon in the forest ahead
Beware of the dragon on the road up ahead
