The silver horn sounds in the dell
The hounds are loosed to lead the hunt
Now listen at your window ledge
The Wild Hunt will pass this night
O'er grass ever green through air ever sweet
The softest of forest carpet beneath
The Wild Hunt that never ends
Will linger in the midnight air.
These hounds, intelligent and strong
Will ever lead the ghostly hunters on
And in the pack is Tucker, sweetest friend
Beloved in life, remembered ever after
He runs in joy and freedom evermore.
Where all is light, all through the night
Never tired, never cold, never lost
Living in the ether, running on the wind.
Now bay for us, Tucker, as you pass
The shepherd that loved so wisely
But too well, and go Dashing on
to lead the Wild Hunt.