On the Hunt - Lynyrd Skynyrd

I said baby mama, I don't know your name But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You want to ride in my big black car baby Want to go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt Now that am hunted I know lady People gonna talk about you and me Let me say one thing mama, sugar I do as I please And if you want to love me baby, I'm your man And all those high-falutin' society people I don't care if they don't understand I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt You and I are hunted Yeah I'm the hunter Yeah My daddy told me baby, a long time ago Said there's two things son Two things you should know And in these two things mama, you must take pride That's a horse and woman, yeah Well both of them you ride I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm like you, I'm always searchin' Oh oh, baby am a hunter I know you need it Go on play the guitar

Floyd was a trapper way back in the holler Made moonshine so he could make a dollar Six feet tall, dressed in overalls And wore himself a long gray beard People say Floyd came to town one day But two law dogs got in his way Floyd never hurt no one in his life But they never came back this way No, they never came back this way And the people say... Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin' Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye The G-men came out to track him down But the swamp was too deep, even one of them drowned They sent in the hellhounds but they turned around singing How how how how how And the people say... Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin' Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Yeah the souls are they were cryin' Yeah the creeper he was creepin' Sherriff Boudreaux came to talk to his neighbors All they could say is he was eaten by a gator The legend lives on but Floyd he's at home singing How how how how how And the soul said... Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone There's a full moon now The moon was shinin' bright singing Aye aye aye aye aye

My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone I never dreamed that I would miss you Woman won't you come back home I never dreamed that you could hurt me And leave me blue I've had a thousand maybe more But never one like you I never dreamed I could feel so empty But now I'm down I never dreamed that I would beg you 'Cause woman I need you now It seems to me I took your love for granted It feels to me that this time I was wrong so wrong Oh Lord how I feel so lonely I say woman won't you come back home I tried to do what my daddy taught me But I think he knew Some day that I would find one woman like you I never dreamed that it could feel so good Lord That two could be one I never knew about sweet love So woman won't you come back home Oh baby won't you come back home

Traditional English (nineteenth century) Arr. by Loreena McKennitt Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give attention To these few lines I'm about to write here, 'Tis of the four seasons of the year that I shall mention, The beauty of all things doth appear. And now you are young and all in your prosperity, Come cheer up your hearts and revive like the spring Join off in pairs like the birds in February That St. Valentine's Day it forth do bring. Then cometh Spring, which all the land doth nourish; The fields are beginning to be decked with green, The trees put forth their buds and the blossoms they do flourish, And the tender blades of corn on the earth are to be seen. Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing? The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove. The flowers they are springing, the maids they go a-Maying, In love all hearts seem now to move. Next cometh Autumn with the sun so hot and piercing; The sportsman goes forth with his dog and his gun To fetch down the woodcock, the partridge and the pheasant, For health and for profit as well as for fun. Behold, with loaded apple-trees the farmer is befriended, They will fill up his casks that have long laid dry. All nature seems to weary now, her task is nearly ended, And more of the seasons will come by and by. When night comes on with song and tale we pass the wintry hours; By keeping up a cheerful heart we hope for better days. We tend the cattle, sow the seed, give work unto the ploughers, With patience wait till winter yields before the sun's fair rays. And so the world goes round and round, and every time and season With pleasure and with profit crowns the passage of the year, And so through every time of life, to him who acts with reason, The beauty of all things doth appear.