"Forest of Fennario"
performed by Phil & Friends NYE 2000

Actually Lay of the Sunflower
by Robert Hunter

I must leave you for a season
Go out logging that hardwood timber
Hardwood timber that grows so low
In the forest of Fennario

Tell me what you need to live, love
Do you ask that you might own
Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you
I mill make my way alone

I will not return in winter
If I be not back by fall
Seek me when this small sunflower
Stands above the garden wall

Fare you well and I would not weep
Bid you tend your prayers to keep
Hill by dale now must I go
To the forest of Fennario

Nine-month blew with sleeted rain
And still he came not back again
Summoned she the hound to go
To seek him in Fennario

He came back the fated day
To find his lady gone away
Made haste to follow in her track
Where she could go but not turn back

The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay
While fast her breath did fade away
She cried out: Turn, my love, and go
I would not have you see me so
I shall not turn, I shall not yield
Oh, selfsame serpent sting my heel
That bleeds my lady’s blood away
Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay

Angels sing their souls to sleep
Four winds grace their breath to keep
Up above yon garden wall
Stands the sunflower, straight and tall

~ by Robert Hunter ~