Based on a dream I had where I brought a mountain hare back home I'd found up on the warrens, which is a tract of heathland near where I was brought up in Coalville. She let me pick her up so I took her home and put her in a cupboard (as you do). I was then faced with my parents and my partner at the time. My mum was nonchalent about the whole affair and cared not either way what became of my hare. My partner freaked out that I could have brought a disgusting animal home and I could not touch him till I was rid of it and had washed every part of me. My dad understood why I'd brought it home, and we went back up to the warrens together and let it go free. I reckon it was my subconscious telling me my boyfriend did not get me.
lyrics
You wide eyed runner for the moon, Coarse weave pelt, of a hazel hue,
Your eyes affixing from the dark, The Hare, the nook a'hides
Pity her, I pity her, for wildfires low - A Hare should fly,
For together, caged in coal,
See eye to eye, our deal with night,
And in our boxes, caged in coal -
Her need is mine, to fly
As I take her in my arms,
May fate look kindly on they,
Fleet limbed speaker for the gods,
Yields quiet to a touch.
Now fly - give me a sign of life,
Now fly - give me a sign of life,
Now fly - over the heather the sky,
Now fly - give me a sign of life!
Where does she ru-un now? My friend my comrade,
My best begotton sailor of her old ship rueing -
The storm,
You are my storm
Oh Charnwood, fair Cernewode when last did the Blue Hare run?
Dancing over your rocky slopes, a'hiding in the Heath,
Ever forward, ever on she runs, seeking unchartered ground,
Racing with the Hare,
Upon the heath,
Accross the rocks, a flying,
Goddess never may we cease, to run the wild hunt.
Where fault lines crumble, we will run,
Where the greyhound dog will fall, hear the pleading
Of the Hare
You are my storm
You are my storm
Take it over again