Cry High

When I was young, in green fields I played-- Where the whip of the wind blew across the hay. But those days are gone, in memory alone. Brings me back to my fair home Cry high to your fathers, cry high to your kin Cry to the god of the name of Woden. Where the land meets the sea they stand and divide And a dragonship to claim have I and sixteen men to a side do stand to break our bow on foreign land Cry high . . . Now I've crossed these seas with a would so red And they'll mark my grave witha fiery bed But my mind still strays to my fair home To the land that I love; to the land that I own Cry high . . . Repeat first verse Repeat chorus Twice

Words and Music by Lord Hawk Blackthorn