CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Huntsman, What Quarry?
“Huntsman, what quarry?
On the dry hill
Do your hounds harry?
When the red oak is bare
And the white oak still
Rattles its leaves
In the cold air:
What fox runs there?”
“Girl, gathering acorns
In the cold autumn
I hunt the hot pads
That ever run before
I hunt the pointed mask
That makes no reply
I hunt the red brush
Of remembered joy.”
“To tame or to destroy?”
“To destroy.”
“Huntsman, hard by
In a wood of grey beeches
Whose leaves are on the ground
Is a house with a fire;
You can see the smoke from here
There’s supper and a soft bed
And not a soul around
Come with me there;
Bide there with me;
And let the fox run free.”
The horse that he rode on
Reached down its neck
Blew upon the acorns
Nuzzled them aside;
The sun was near setting;
He thought, “Shall I take her?”
He thought, “Shall I take her
For a one-night’s bride?”
He smelled the sweet smoke
He looked the lady over;
Her hand was on his knee;
But like a flame from cover
The red fox broke –
And “Hoick! Hoick!” cried he
On the dry hill
Do your hounds harry?
When the red oak is bare
And the white oak still
Rattles its leaves
In the cold air:
What fox runs there?”
“Girl, gathering acorns
In the cold autumn
I hunt the hot pads
That ever run before
I hunt the pointed mask
That makes no reply
I hunt the red brush
Of remembered joy.”
“To tame or to destroy?”
“To destroy.”
“Huntsman, hard by
In a wood of grey beeches
Whose leaves are on the ground
Is a house with a fire;
You can see the smoke from here
There’s supper and a soft bed
And not a soul around
Come with me there;
Bide there with me;
And let the fox run free.”
The horse that he rode on
Reached down its neck
Blew upon the acorns
Nuzzled them aside;
The sun was near setting;
He thought, “Shall I take her?”
He thought, “Shall I take her
For a one-night’s bride?”
He smelled the sweet smoke
He looked the lady over;
Her hand was on his knee;
But like a flame from cover
The red fox broke –
And “Hoick! Hoick!” cried he
