The Wild Wild Berry Lyrics

Sam Lee

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Lyrics to The Wild Wild Berry
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Young man came from hunting faint, tired and weary
What does ail my Lord, my dearie?
Oh, brother dear, let my bed be made
For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade

Men need a man would die as soon
Out of the light of a mage's moon
But it's not by bone, but yet by blade
Can break the magic that the devil made

And it's not my fire, but was forged in flame
Can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain

This young man he died fair soon
By the light of a hunter'e moon
'Twas not by bone, nor yet by blade
Of the berries of the woody nightshade
Oh father dear lie here be safe (?)
From the path that the devil made
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