Seth Lakeman Lyrics
The Hurlers
Sunday morning,
In the summer time.
Over worship
We hurlers climb,
Over mountains
Valleys deep.
Bells were ringing
Round our feet.
Come take this warning
cried the priest.
For all good hurlers
Are the devil's feast.
He will curse you
Where you stand
Mark his circle
Upon our land
Oh hurler boys
Come and make your choice.
Bold, brave and strong
We ran the day
Til thunder rolled in
With silver rain
Through our fingers
Down our backs
The curse was rising
We were trapped
Tall, straight and stubborn
We faced the sky
That lightning pierced us
Our voices cried
Bodies silver
Hearts of stone
Make no shadows
We stand alone