Ned On The Hill - Kate Rusby

Ned On The Hill - Kate Rusby
Dark is the evening silent the hour
Who is the minstrel by yon lonely tower
Whose harp is so tenderly thrusting with skill
Oh who can it be but Ned on the Hill
Who sings lady love come to me now
Come and live merrily under the bow
And I'll pillow thy head where the fairies tread
If thou wilt but wed to Ned on the Hill
Ned on the Hill has no castle or hall
No spearman or bowman to come to his call
But one little archer with exquisite skill
Has shot a bold shaft for Ned on the Hill
Who sings lady love come to me now
Come and live merrily under the bow
And I'll pillow thy head where the fairies tread
If thou wilt but wed to Ned on the Hill
It's hard to escape from this fair lady's bower
For high are the windows and guarded the tower
But there's always a way where there is a will
So Helen is off with Ned on the Hill
Who sings lady love come to me now
Come and live merrily under the bow
And I'll pillow thy head where the fairies tread
If thou wilt but wed to Ned on the Hill