Ogre Lyrics - Richard Dawson

In the kingdom of Bryneich 

Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet 

A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung 

Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke 

Gradually emerges as we descend 

"Bring the goose my child!" 

I carve a notch into the squirming post 

It smells like a smithy 

"Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals" 

There comes frightful news from town 

Of great evil abound 

The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield 

Scouring a fortnight in the hills 

All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand 

"Tie the goats to my cot 

With tansy rags their faces cover 

Push straws into the windows 

Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb" 

Blinding colours leap 

Along bemirrored tower walls 

Stretching as far as the eye can see 

I am woke in icy beads 

By a clamour coming from the broadbeans 

The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom 

Paralysed I watch my child's breath 

Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll find the harrow smothered in slime 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll put it in the dog's noses 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll break upon the heath 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll weather a storm of living needles 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles 

When the sun is climbing 

We'll hear the distance of the North Sea 

When the sun is dying 

We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory 

When the sun is dying 

Our trees will billow in dunes 

When the sun is dying 

We'll wade around the shoreline 

When the sun is dying 

The algae as a nap of fire 

When the sun is dying 

Below the surface of the water 

When the sun is dying 

In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway 

When the sun is dying 

We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach 

When the sun is dying 

The ebbing tide will soon reveal it's secrets