The White Stag

A self-penned song inspired by the colours of autumn, a white stag seen roaming Dorset recently and a plucky girl I know called Annie...

Annie went walking out one day

Where she was going - none could say

The rain did fall and the wind did blow

But it didn’t bother Annie as off she did go.

She walked for a mile and she walked for more

‘Til her legs were tired and her feet were sore

She came to a forest both deep and old

Where the leaves there were turning green to gold.

Underneath the canopy of trees she did tread

Her boots were brown and her clothes all red

She came to a glade with light all around

There she saw a white stag - sleeping on the ground.

Annie crept closer to the deer

She stroked his head and whispered in his ear

The stag then he sturted, and away he ran

With Annie chasing after; as fast as she can.

The path was steep and the way was narrow

The white stag was flying as fast as an arrow

Annie she followed but Annie she fell

She twisted her leg and hit her head as well.

She slept through the day and all through the night

Into her dreams a young man came, all dressed in white

He kissed her and he held her in his arms

And said: “Annie, will  you ride with me? You won’t come to harm.”

Through the green and golden forest those two did ride

The white stag beneath and the red girl astride

They rode ‘til they came to the edge of the trees

And now Annie’s crying as she watches him leave.

Annie went walking out one day

Where she went - she never would say

The rain did fall and the wind did blow

But it didn’t bother Annie where she did go.