hobs an' feathers

the hobs are climbing on the hill

to seek the gold of fairy light

into the holts they run and wait

they dress in green

they love their gold

they talk to hornbeams in the cold

the old forest is their shelter

now i see them all

into the light they're ready to go

strength in hand they walk

into the barrows

they sing that old song

hobs - hobs an' feathers

hobs - hobs an' feathers

the infiltrate through barrow lands

with pegs and pickets they go on

to thieve the treasures of the ghosts

'into the room there is a chest

only dust where it rests

inside no gold: a bunch of feathers

i have seen them go

into the light

they've already gone

feathers in hand they hold

sad in the barrows

they cry that old song

hobs - hobs an' feathers

hobs - hobs an' feathers

they dress in green

they love their gold

they talk to hornbeams in the cold

the old forest is their shelter