Black Vaughan, an English Ballad |
Black Vaughan came riding, came riding, through Kington town. On Halloween Night, Black Vaughan came riding, came riding. Into the market place, Black Vaughan came riding, came riding. Graveyard dead, he came riding, came riding. Black Vaughan came riding, came riding, trailed by the hounds of hell, he came riding, came riding. Changed himself into a black bull, horns gleaming, fire snorting. He came riding, came riding. Black Vaughan came riding, he came riding. To the stone steps of Kington church, he came riding. Breathing the fires of hell, he came riding. Came riding. In the autumn night, they waited, twelve priests and a wise man, from over the mountains, waited candles gleaming, when Black Vaughan came riding came riding. With pitchforks and holy water, town men and women with babes in arms held crude crosses and false hopes. They waited for Black Vaughan, who came riding, came riding. One by one the candles, were snuffed out by the unholy spirit, when Black Vaughan, came riding, came riding. The twelve priests went to their knees in the dark, stopped reading The Bible when Black Vaughan came riding came riding. The wise man from the Black Mountains, didn't need printed word to prophesize when Black Vaughan came riding, came riding. By heart he recited passages from The Bible. He didn't need a candle to light his faith, the night Black Vaughan came riding. came riding. The aged mountain prophet prayed and prayed until the spirit of Black Vaughn was reduced to the size of a blow fly. on the night he came riding. came riding. Many a century has passed since the dark night Black Vaughan came riding, came riding. On All Hallows Eve, beware where you wander, least your soul be swept up by the black bull for eternity you and Black Vaughan will go riding, go riding. |