The Black Bull

Stealing through the moonlit house a shadow looms in full And I am woken in the night to the sight of the Black Bull Forget to take a breath or two but look it in the eye And greet him with a sigh In the morning packed my bags bound for southern Spain I had to chase the daylight, I had to lose the pain Stayed awake throughout the nights, and withered in the sun And softly I begun Oh not you again The Black Bull sees me when I am down When I am down I trained around the clock, head to toe in sweat I had to land a sword or two, I had to be a threat That night a bellow rattled me from a deep and peaceful sleep But boy, I did not weep Oh not you again The Black Bull sees me when I am down When I am down Oh not you again The Black Bull sees me when I am down When I am down