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In times long past lived a Man of green,
And his footsteps brought life wherever he'd been.
The deepest wildwood was the place he was seen,
And the people did love and protect him.
And they saw his face change with the turn of the Wheel
of the Seasons, they heard his voice sing.

Take no scorn to wear the horn
it was the crest when you were born
Your father's father wore it
Your father wore it, too

{Chorus}
Hal-an-tow
Jolly-rum-ba-low

Look into the water, tell me what do you see?
I see a woman of flowers crying out to be free.
I see a Goddess, a woman, in a circle of trees.
I see Math and Gwydion fall to their knees.
Fall to their knees.

Chorus:
Welcome the May Queen,

Bonny Black Hare
(Traditional)

On the 14th of May, at the dawn of the day
With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray
In search of some game, if the weather proved fair
To see can I could get a shot at the bonny black hare

There’s a tree by the well in the woods that’s covered in garlands,

Clooties and ribbons that drift in the cool morning air,

That’s where I met an old woman who came from a far land,

Holding a flame o’er the well, and singing a prayer.

Cloak of Feathers
(Damh the Bard)

Owl at my window,
Calling from the tree,
I hear our voice in the cool moonlight,
Do you sing those words for me?
To me they sound so empty,

I shall go as a wren in Spring,
With sorrow and sighing on silent wing,
I shall go in our Lady's name,
Aye till I come home again.

Then we shall follow as falcons grey,
And hunt thee cruelly for our prey,
And we shall go in our Horned God's name,

There were three young gypsies come to our hall door,
They came brave and boldly-o
And one sang high and the other sang low,
And the other sang the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-o

Well it was upstairs downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
And there was a cry from around the door,

Play the game create the time,
With every move and line,
Jackal God against the Moon,
And the game will be over soon.
Can you hear the Earth sighing?
As he turns towards the sky,
The time of Ra is ending,
And the Sun begins to die.

There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in
Threw clods all upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John barleycorn was Dead.

High in the Castle of Glass,
A Silver Wheel turns in the night,
Slender hands guide a thread,
Keeping it true, keeping it tight,
As it spins, fate it begins,
To opens its eyes,
Lady of the Moon, of the Stars,
In the Spiral Castle I hear you sing.

Feel me sleep beneath your feet
While the year is waning,
And all about you the bare fingers plead
And reach towards the sky,
A crown of thorns about my head,
When the dark is rising,
And from the shadows walks a God, a seed,
A hope for brand new life.

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear.

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.

"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light."

I am temptation, and I am the air that you breathe.
Mine are the lips, and yours is the skin that I tease.
When you close your eyes, I am the face that you see.
Mine is the voice inviting you to lie with me.

I am the vampire at your door, please let me in,
I am the fire that draws the sweat from your skin.
Tooth and nail bring the bitter sweetness of pain.

Can you hear the distant thunder?
Can you see the Moon in the sky?
I can see a full horizon, the Sun raising his eye.
Arms lifted to greet the dawn,
As fiery eyes of wisdom shine,
A father dead, a Son of Suns,
A tear wiped away with a smile.

The young boy sat in his room,
Drawing circles on a page,
Endless spirals in the gloom,
His Mother said, “Just act your age!”
But his mind still dreams of Fairyland
Of magic and mystery,
Why does no one seem to understand,
Or see what he sees.

Silver you fly, a ghost in the sky
Like a ship on an endless deep sea
You are a Goddess, to this holy novice
A spiritual refugee
So to you I dedicate my rites
Guardian of the mystery of the night

(Chorus)

I was in the court of kings,
I saw great halls and countless gems,
T'was where I heard Taliesin sing,
Of the love of women
and the deeds of men.
The Awen's light filled his eyes,
A fire burned within his head,
As he sang of times long past

In times long past
lived a Man of green,
And his footsteps brought life wherever he'd been.
In the deepest wildwood
was the place he was seen,
And the people did love
and protect him.
And they saw his face change,

Green Fields of France

Well, how do you do, Young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile neath the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916,

Patapan
(Traditional)

William, bring your rounded drum;
And you long flute Robin come;
And be merry while you play,
Tu-re-lu-re-lu,
Pat-a-pat-a-pan,

The Cutty Wren
(Traditional)

Oh where are you going said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you said Festel to Fose
We're off to the woods said John the Red Nose
We're off to the woods said John the Red Nose.

The Parting Glass
(Traditional)

Of all the money that ere I had, I've spent it in good company,
And of all the harm that ever I've done, alas was done to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall.
So fill me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.

Sunset
Moonrise

And see how
The land
Is bathed
In silver hue

Take a look at your TV screen,
It's a window bright and clean,
Another wife swapped,
What does it all mean?
Elder Brother you're never wrong,
Show weak people acting strong,
So I look outside,
To see the green.

Don’t be afraid,
Don’t be afraid when I open my eyes,
And you catch my gaze.

An age has past since I was born,
As Guardian to John Barleycorn,
I have seen Albion change,
I have seen its people change,

As I walk upon this green land,
This land that love,
I see figures of chalk,
Carved into the hillsides above.
Cerne Abbas a man so proud,
And the Long Man opens wide the gates of his world,
And invites you to step inside.

I am the Birch of the new beginnings,
The Rowan star with magic guarding,
Alder sight the future showing,
Sweet Willow sees her Moon arising,
Ash the three realms he is touching,
Hawthorn tells us the May is coming,
Mighty Oak with strength is stahding,
The Holly on his chariot riding.

Twisting shapes in the moonlight,
I hear the rhythm of the distant Pagan drums,
Within the hills,
Shadows dance in the sunlight,
I feel the power of the wise and ancient ones,
Now I must go.

(Climb)

Look at the Sun, see how he shines,
Lighting up every part of our lives,
Calling the life, out from the dark,
Climbing up higher into the light,
I wonder if he, feels like me,
A Sun in the sky all alone,
Sending out rays, rays of light,
But never finding his way back home.

As the sunrise
on the shortest day
my crying greets the dawn.
Tears of dew form on the web
As I am reborn.
Feel new life spring
from the Earth,
As the Mother of All Life

Facing the west to a distant land,
Gazing out to the sea,
Standing on Cornwall's rocky shore,
The crashing waves far below me,
I heard a woman calling my name,
Her voice the voice of a friend,
And she said,
"Now hear me, I'm Morgan le Fey,

As I was walking all alone,
I heard two ravens cry and moan;
One said to the other did say o,
"Where shall we go and dine today o?"

"Up behind that old high dyke,
I know there lies a murdered knight;
And no one knows that he lies there o,

I remember yesterday, when I become the moon
When all the stars came out to play, we danced away the gloom
Circled 'round the ring of stones before they fell in ruin
I can hear our voices still, when I become the moon

High Diana ruled the wood, traces still remain
Shared the wisdom and the herb, shared the joy and pain
Echoes of life's passion play still haunt the bride and groom

Wild Mountain Thyme
(Traditional)

O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?