The hobs are climbing on the hill   To seek the gold of fairy light   Into the holts they run and wait      They dress in green, they love their gold   They talk to hornbeams in the cold   The old forest is their shelter      Bridge:   Now I see them all   Into the light they're ready to go   Strength in hand they walk   Into the barrows, they sing that old song      Chorus:   Hobs - Hobs an' feathers   Hobs - Hobs an' feathers      The infiltrate through barrow lands   With pegs and pickets they go on   To thieve the treasures of the ghosts      …into the room there is a chest   Only dust where it rests   Inside no gold: a bunch of feathers      Bridge2:   I have seen them go   Into the light, they've already gone   Feathers in hand they hold   Sad in the barrows, they cry that old song      Chorus:   Hobs - Hobs an' feathers   Hobs - Hobs an' feathers      They dress in green, they love their gold   They talk to hornbeams in the cold   The old forest is their shelter      Bridge2 :      Chorus (x2) :...