The Return

Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien
Music: to the tune of: "Giant", Stan Rogers
Insp: Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century and Rudyard Kipling's Puck of Pook's Hill


An east wind is coming to kill the spring land.
A woman calls out, weapon close to her hand,
And I hear and answer her summons' demand.
The heroes will rise and return.

The legend's come down from the days of Bran's head:
This island's defended by her belov'd dead.
In her greatest hour of need, it is said,
The heroes will rise and return.

   REF:
   Hear the horn call!
   Mount up and ride.
   The shades of old friends will stand tall by your side.
   Hear the horn call!
   Heroes will rise
   And return....

Old Puck tried to warn me, in days long gone by:
"Your old friend's old stories will never run dry,
There's more than old mem'ries they'll never let die."
The heroes will rise and return.

The Yard's tall white towers look out t'ward the coast.
The Underground's haunted by my old foe's ghost.
There's a case? Get the cruiser! I'll take up my post -- 
The heroes will rise and return.

   REF:
   Hear the horn call!
   Mount up and ride.
   The shades of old friends will stand tall by your side.
   Hear the horn call!
   Heroes will rise
   And return....

A fresh wind is rising from out of the west.
I've come home again to the land I love best.
The game is afoot and I need no more rest!
The heroes will rise and return.

   REF:
   Hear the horn call!
   Mount up and ride.
   The shades of old friends will stand tall by your side.
   Hear the horn call!
   Heroes will rise
   And return....


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