Lyrics from our album Hunter's Moon

1. Hunter's Moon
Lyrics and Music by Peter Danzig

You’re like a deer that lingers, daring my approach
You flee when my arms are open wide but fill my heart with hope
The forest where you make your home
Is not so far from my own dark skies
So every night I’ll search for you in the light
Of a hunter’s moon.

We’re like two birds that dart and weave but never touch
Something keeps restraining me and you could say as much
But the firmament in which you lie
Is not so high that I cannot climb
Among these stars to search for you in the light
Of a hunter’s moon.

You are a river that runs twisted round my soul
And I am the summer sun I look on you with hope
If I can reach from my heart of flame
And cross the emptiness that lies between
Then maybe I can see our fingers entwine in the light
Of a hunter’s moon.

I want to hold your hand, I want to walk with you
Want to have you near all my life
Want to see your eyes looking back at me
Telling me that you are mine.

Maybe tonight I’ll find you again upon some mountainside
I’ll chase you through the forest there till I finally reach your side
I won’t stop for the wind or the rain
I won’t yield to this rocky climb
I’ll press on till I meet you under the light
Of a hunter’s moon.


2. Fare Thee Well (10,000 Miles)
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary

Oh fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you for awhile
Wherever I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand miles
If I go, if I go, if I go ten thousand miles.

Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone
Well, I may lie, lament and cry
And you'll, you'll not hear my moan,
And you'll, no you'll, no you'll not hear my moan.

Oh, the crow that is so black, my love
Will change his color white
If ever I should prove false to thee
The day, day will turn to night
Yes, the day, oh the day, the day will turn to night.

Oh, the rivers never will run dry
Or the rocks melt with the sun
I'll never prove false to the one I love
Till all, all these things be done
Till all, till all, till all these things be done.


3. East Colorado
Lyrics and Music by Peter Danzig

Long way home from East Colorado
Long way honey to my home
Long way home from East Colorado
And Lord, I wish I could go.

My Daddy was a steel-drivin’ man,
And Lord that’s all I’ve ever known.
My Daddy was a steel-drivin’ man
Died with the hammer in his hand.

Freight train a’comin’ ‘round the bend
Hear the whistle blow.
Freight train a’comin’ ‘round the bend
Lord I wish that I could go.

This is the hammer that killed my Daddy
And Lord I hope it don’t kill me.
This is the hammer that killed my Daddy
And Lord I hope it don’t kill me.

Can’t you hear my hammer ringin’
Steel it runs like lead
Gonna lay them tracks on down.
Can’t you hear my hammer ringin’
Steel it runs like lead
I’m gonna work on this railroad till I’m dead.

Long way home from East Colorado
Long way honey to my home
Long way home from East Colorado
And Lord, I wish I could go.


4. Poor Wayfaring Stranger
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There’s no trouble toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I’m goin’ there to meet my Father,
I’m going’ there no more to roam.
I’m just a goin’ over Jordan
I’m just a goin’ over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’re me,
I know my way be rough and steep,
But beauteous hills lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m goin’ there to meet my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m just a goin’ over Jordan
I’m just a goin’ over home.

I want to wear the crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land.
I want to shout salvation’s story
In concert with the heav’nly band.
I’m goin’ there to meet my Savior
I’m goin’ there no more to roam.
I’m just a goin’ over Jordan
I’m just a goin’ over home.


5. Porter Rockwell
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary
Additional lyrics by Peter Danzig

Have you heard of Porter Rockwell?
He’s the Mormon triggerite.
They say he hunts for horse thieves
When the moon is shining bright.
So if you rustle cattle boys,
I’ll tell you what to do,
Get the drop on Porter Rockwell
Or he’ll get the drop on you.

They say that Porter Rockwell
Is a scout for Brigham Young.
He’s hunting up the unsuspects
That haven’t yet been hung.
So if you steal a Mormon girl,
I’ll tell you what to do
Get the drop on Porter Rockwell
Or he’ll get the drop on you.

They say that Porter Rockwell
Is the fist of the Danites
They ride across the country-side
And take their foes by night
So if you’ve crossed the Mormons boys
I’ll tell you what to do
Get the drop on Porter Rockwell
Or he’ll get the drop on you.

Though he calls himself an angel
He’s the devil in disguise
When he saddles up his sorrel
And he begins to ride
So if you hear those hoof-beats near
I’ll tell you what to do.
Get the drop on Porter Rockwell
Or he’ll get the drop on you.


6. Sally Goodin’
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary

Raspberry pie huckleberry pudding
Gave it all away for to catch Sally Goodin’

Had a little gal, name was Sally Goodin’
I asked her to marry me but then she wouldn’t

Left my piece of pie, left my piece of puddin’
Went running cross the mountain for to catch Sally Goodin’

Rainin’ and a pourin’ creek’s a runnin’ muddy
Slippin’ and a slidin’ so I cant stand steady.

Go on up the mountain marry little Sally
Raise corn on the hill and the Devil in the valley.


7. Lonesome Roving Wolves
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary

The Mormons were camped down by the green grove
Where the pure waters flowed from the mountain above
And wind it approached, all chilly and cold
As we listened to the howling of those lonesome roving wolves

The groans of the dying were heard in our camp
And the cold chilly frost, it was seen on our tent
And the fear in our hearts can never be told
As we listened to the howling of those lonesome roving wolves

The grave of the stranger we left on the plain
Down by the green grove, there forever to remain
To remember his grave we left ashes and coals
To hide him from the savage and the lonesome roving wolves

But early next morning, just at the break of day
The drums and the fifes did play the reveille
Our mules were brought in, our baggage for to pull
And now we'll bid adieu to those lonesome roving wolves.


8. Shady Grove
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary


9. Home is the Sailor
Music by Peter Danzig,
Lyrics “Requiem” by Robert Louis Stephenson

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.


10. Amazing Grace
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary


11. Down to the River
Lyrics and Music by Peter Danzig

I went down to the river, and on the shore,
I vowed to study war no more,
I’ll live in peace with my fellow man
Oh brothers sisters come and lend a hand
Beat my sword into a plowshare
And I’ll work the soil of peace with care
Gonna keep on marching not for war,
But for the causes that are worth my dying for.

And every dream has a chance to be
The seeds that grow a reality
And so I hope that someday we’ll meet,
Down by the river.

You may think that I’m a fool
Or maybe you’re a dreamer too,
Or you may be too weak to stand
And help us heal the scars upon the land.
Where does the blood go from all we’ve done?
We’ve killed the soil and choked the sun.
But the river’s promised sacred stream
Can never fail to wash what’s sullied clean.

And every dream has a chance to be
The seeds that grow a reality
And so I hope that someday we’ll meet,
Down by the river.

This river runs, wild and free
From the mountain tops down to the sea,
And I think it winds through every soul
Connects the world we live in pole to pole.
And I have a dream that at the shore
We’ll pledge to study war no more
We’ll live in peace with our fellow man
Oh sisters brothers come and lend a hand.

And every dream has a chance to be
The seeds that grow a reality
And so I believe that someday we’ll meet,
Down by the river.


12. Tethered Wings
Lyrics and Music by Peter Danzig

I had a dream I was an angel with feathered wings
And hands that could heal the world's suffering
But I was afraid to fly so I just hung around
Trapped in my apartment, feet firmly on the ground.

And from my window I saw people on the street,
I knew each one of them even though we didn't meet
Their figures in the evening were like visions in my mind
And each one told a story of dreams they'd left behind

Chorus:
If I gather all the dreams of the children
And let them carry me high
I could take all the raindrops in these tears of mine
And make a rainbow for all of us who cry
Place a rainbow as a promise in the sky.

I met a man who was suffering, he couldn't sleep.
He'd offered up his mind and soul for a vapid tweak,
His eyes were empty with no tears left to fall
He stood alone muttering outside the old town hall.

I met a girl who begged for food at the center of the town
Her mother had disfigured her and carried her around
She was just a ticket to a better chance at life
The violence was practical even though it wasn't right.

Chorus:

Is it any wonder that some say we'll end in fire
When so often there's no choice but to kill or to die?
Children dream but there's no chance that things will turn out right
Their shattered dreams lie scattered in the darkness of the night.

Chorus:

But the children are still dreaming even when there is no hope.
And maybe that's the meaning behind Noah's boat:
To hope against hope and make it float.

God destroyed the world the first time with a flood,
And it seems we'll do the same but this time with blood
If I had the world to run I'd ask us all to cry
And hope that all the tears we shed could be a rainbow in the sky.


13. Iron Horse
Traditional, arranged by Peter and Mary Danzig

The Iron Horse draweth nigh
With his smoke nostrils high
Eating fire while he blazes
Drinking water while he grazes
Then the steam rushes out
Whistles loud “clear the route”
For the Iron Horse is comin’
With the steam in his snout.

Build him roads to run on
Make them level for the run,
Dig tunnels through the mountains
Turn the currents of the fountains
Bridges build, stations make,
Lay the track he will take
For the Iron Horse is comin’
With a train in his wake.

When the railroad passes by
And the Iron horse draws nigh,
We’ll raise our flags and rally
With loud shouts in salt lake valley.
When he comes through our land,
Let us all be on hand
To mount the cars together
Like a proud happy band.

Iron Horse, mighty steed,
O’re the plains let him speed
Until he joins both oceans
And transports to us all notions.
Saints will come, sinners too,
We’ll have all we can do
For the great Union Railroad
Will bring the devil through.