How about John Kirkpatrick's "Black Deer": it's one of the most powerful (and challenging) songs in my repertoir:

Black Deer, where can you run to?
Black deer, where can you hide?
Where your young ones used to wander
Is all scarred and torn asunder
For the White Stag has stolen your ground away

Brown Deer, where can you go grazing?
Brown Deer, where can you feed?
There is pasture pure a-plenty
No belly need go empty
But the White Stag has stolen your ground away

Red Deer, who'll find your freedom?
Red Deer, who'll ease your pain?
For your Mother's grave is shattered
And your Father's bones all scattered
For the White Stag has stolen your ground away

White Deer, who'll stand against him?
White Deer, who'll drag him down?
While his angry hoof keeps beating
Our days are short and fleeting
Til the White Stag has stolen our world away.

(Tune, get a copy of the "Best of John Kirkpatrick" CD)

Cheers,

OttO