The hobs are climbing on the hill
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To seek the gold of fairy light
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Into the holts they run and wait
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They dress in green, they love their gold
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They talk to hornbeams in the cold
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The old forest is their shelter
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[Bridge:]
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Now I see them all
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Into the light they're ready to go
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Strength in hand they walk
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Into the barrows, they sing that old song
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[Chorus:]
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Hobs - Hobs an' feathers
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Hobs - Hobs an' feathers
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The infiltrate through barrow lands
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With pegs and pickets they go on
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To thieve the treasures of the ghosts
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:into the room there is a chest
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Only dust where it rests
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Inside no gold: a bunch of feathers
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[Bridge2:]
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I have seen them go
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Into the light, they've already gone
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Feathers in hand they hold
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Sad in the barrows, they cry that old song
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[Chorus:]
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Hobs - Hobs an' feathers
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Hobs - Hobs an' feathers
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They dress in green, they love their gold
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They talk to hornbeams in the cold
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The old forest is their shelter
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[Bridge2:]
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[Chorus (x2)]
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Hobs An' Feathers
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| Elvenking |
