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Riff

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Who is this that rides so late

 Between the woods and the garden gate?

 A father holds a child close,

Barely boy and almost ghost

Son why do you cry and hide your face?

 Oh Father, the Oak King is king of this place,

 With a crown made of thistle and septer of reeds

Son, there's no Oak King, just the wind and the trees

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 My prince, my love, I knew you'd come

 Now you must join the other ones

Cast your blues upon the tide

Sleep all day, play all night

 Oh father, Oh father, don't leave me I pray

 The Oak King is closer than the dawn of the day

 Than the dawn of the day, The edge of the woods

 The Oak King is bad and he'll take me for good

 Oh son, with his palaces of silver and gold

 With a queen and his own pretty children to hold

 With his own pretty children, why steal you from me?

 What kind of a king would ever be such a thief?

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 My prince, my love, I knew you'd come

 Now you must join the other ones

Cast your blues upon the tide

My daughters will hold you clear through till night

 Oh father, Oh father, scattered all along the path

 The Oak Kings own children in the dark as we pass

 The Oak Kings own children, they sing softley and they sigh

 They don't seem to care that they're blooming at night

 Oh Son, who would leave a child in this place?

 To the wind and the dark and the rain on their faces

 The rain on their face, mud on their feet

 What kind of a King would dress his children in leaves?

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 My prince, my love, I knew you would come

 Now you must join the other ones

 Oh Father, Oh Father, I must go away

 The Oak King sings, I must obey

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 At the edge of the woods and the break of the day,

 The father looked down where his son used to lay,

 And in grief and in sorrow, in sorrow and grief,

 Wondered what kind of king could ever be such a thief?

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