I shall tell of a hunter, whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil, at the setting of the sun.
His arrow was loose, and it flew through the dark,
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark
But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and he took her for a swan
And it's so and alas, it was she - Polly Von
He ran up beside her and found it was she.
He turned away his head, for he couldn't bear to see.
He lifted her up and found she was dead.
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed.
He bore her away to his home by the sea-
Cried "Father, oh father, I've murdered poor Polly.
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life,
I'd always intended that she be my wife."
He roamed near the place where his true love was slain.
He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain.
As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by,
And the sun slowly sank in the gray of the sky.
Writer(s): Mary Allin Travers, Noel Paul Stookey, Peter Yarrow
Copyright: Neworld Media Music Publishers, Silver Dawn Music
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