They say it was a Hunter’s moon <br />The night the City died <br />They say it was a hunter’s moon <br />The day the people cried <br /> <br />They say it was a hunter’s moon <br />That took our house away <br />They say it was a hunter’s moon <br />When the devil came to stay <br /> <br />An ageing now I’d like to know <br />Won’t someone tell me soon, <br />Why the reaper came to mow <br />in the light of the hunter’s moon<br /><br />Adrian Wait<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coventry-in-november/
