Lyrics

HYMN TO HERNE
Music & Lyrics: SJ Tucker
(used with permission)

You can say your prayers, work your rights
Burn your little candles day and night
You can shimmy till dawn to the pounding drums
But you best be ready when the Horned One comes
You can wake to sound of the hunting horn
Dance a ring in the gathering storm
If the Solstice time gets your panties in a wad
It’s just the coming of the Horned God

HE WILL CALL YOU OUT, MAKE YOU SWEAT!
GIVE YOU A BLESSING THAT YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!
SO REVEL IN THE CHASE & LET YOUR HEART BEAT RUN
BLESSED ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE HORNED ONE!
BLESSED ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE HORNED ONE!

Hunter who tracks out side of time
Guardian Lord of Ancient rhyme
Brother Stag in the musky glen
Consort of the Goddess in the woodland den
We call you forth as we make our way
Walking in your power every day
Guide us true in the hunt this night
And maybe even later in the Great Rite!


You can wake to sound of the hunting horn
Dance in a ring in the gathering storm
So revel in the chase and let your heart beat run
But you best be ready, little one,
You best be ready when the Horned One comes

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