Top Songs By Johnny Flynn
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Flynn
Lead Vocals
Robert Macfarlane
Hand Claps
Héloïse Tunstall-Beherns
Bass Guitar
David Beauchamp
Drums
Cosmo Sheldrake
Bass Guitar
Merlin Sheldrake
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Flynn
Songwriter
Robert Macfarlane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Andrew
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, the wild hunt, oh, the wild hunt
Is running, is crashing
But the hill hounds, oh the hill hounds
Are howling, are rushing
The wild hunt lights a fire, flings a spark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark
A hundred year storm is brewing downtown
Battling bedlam best drunk lukewarm
The jesters are here to perform, to perform
With the green men who all speak in leaves, speak in leaves
To any who loves and any who grieves
Over the gold and the red eye from Texas
Wolves in the cockpit and conjuring chaos
And crocuses blooming and sheer hocus-pocus
The turquoise at long last are losing their focus
And we're mending from all that is broken us
The wild hunt is quick and it's quickening
Turns all the yard sticks to kindling
Sets the best loved certainties flickering
Sends the galaxy's masonry tumbling
Oh, the wild hunt, oh, the wild hunt
Is running, is crashing
But the hill hounds, oh, the hill hounds
Are howling, are rushing
The wild hunt lights a fire, flings a spark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark
Oh, jumping at shadows and dancing with starlight
Lumbering sadness is still in the dogfight
Reaching and rolling and burned in the daylight
The cosmos is reeling, the hounds have a farm light
And my senses alight in the dawn light
The wild hunt is quick and it's quickening
Turns all the yards sticks to kindling
Up through the stars without fear
Past the bear and the bull and the charioteer
We're asleep at the wheel, and the rapids are nearing
The hairpins approaching, the chasm is looming
The headlights are failing, the daylight is looming
The prophets are railing, the empires are rearing
So be swift and be swifter, be quick and be quicker
Be quick and be quickening
For the wild hunt, oh the wild hunt
Is running, is crashing
But the hill hounds, oh the hill hounds
Are howling, are rushing
We're lighting a fire, fling a spark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark
Writer(s): Johnny Flynn, Robert Grant Macfarlane
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