Longing For The Woods Part III: Herne’s Prophecy by Wuthering Heights Lyrics

(I met the old man) I met the old man
(In the depths of the woods) In the depths of the woods
(He said) He said: "I'll show thee a bit of the future
If perchance thou wilt listen"

The journey, it has been so long
Is it the end that we feel drawing nearer?
Though we keep on learning more
Nothing seems to get any clearer

Ah!
Man, he must search his heart
Though he will not like what he findeth
I can tell him no truth
That he doth not already know

Turn the ghostship around
Climb back into the cradle
At least to die in dignity
Surrender now or be brought home in chains
The Motherspirit will conquer all
With or without thee the kingdom shall fall
Can it be done, can the Gods be awoken?
Can we rewrite the tale, is the cradle not broken?

Oh-oh!
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Not all the future is equally clear
It may be the end that you feel drawing near
Search in your hearts
If they still hold the truth
The voice from the past is the future
The longing for the woods

And the old man, lord of the hunters of old
Disappeared in the depths of the woods
Left me with a strange sensation
That maybe one day
Maybe one day

The wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And we're longing for the woods

Wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And we're longing
The wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And we're longing for the woods

Wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And we're longing for the woods

Oh-oh, wind calls
Night falls