The Erlking - Steve Gillette

Who rides through the night so dark and wild?

The father rides with his own fearful child.

The boy he holds so close in his arms

He guards him safely, he keeps him warm.

Why do you hide your face as in fear?

Father, don’t you see, the Erl King is here?

He calls to me with a crown and a shroud

No, my son, that’s nothing but a passing cloud.

The Erl King beckons to the terrified boy,

You must come with me.

I’ll give you jewels and wealth untold,

You’ll walk in robes of bright and shining gold.

Father, father, do you not hear

The Erl King whispering low in my ear.

Hush now and rest ye, it’s nothing my child

But the trees in the night wind playing their melody wild.

The Erl King says, oh, come with me

And my own fair daughters will wait on thee.

A heavenly vigil o’er your cradle they’ll keep

And tenderly sing and rock you to sleep.

Father, father, see them there

The Erl King’s daughters with bright shining hair.

No, my son, there are no fair maids

Nothing but the willow that wave in the glade.

Clutching the reins in his trembling hands

With pain and dispair that he can’t understand.

Alone on the road with the stars overhead

Fearful and hopeless, the boy in his arms is dead.

To the trees in the nightwind he cries aloud

He seeks out the face of death in every passing cloud

Down in the meadow where the boys grave is laid

Nothing but the willow that wave in the glade.

Nothing but the willow that wave in the glade.