Skyclad The Disenchanted Forest

Artist: Skyclad Title: The Disenchanted Forest Album: Folkémon Lyrics: The Farm Hand s Ghost: My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale. Poured a toast; Began to boast of who could sup the hardest. Slumped in drunken slumber at the height of wild wassail I woke to find my brothers gone that Autumn eve so balmy. Yet gazed in wideeyed terror to the barley fields nearby. Struck dumb I swore; Stood before a migh