we bring you Beltane's flower. For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did lay will heed the song
One day I walked the road and crossed a field to go by where the hounds ran hard. And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased to where the path
There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man. Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his
Now is the solstice of the year, winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out
Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows
I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable six golden apples bought with my pay. I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune, but I must be
Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing. Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant
spark kindled by the dying embers of another working day. Go upstairs, take off your makeup fold your clothes neatly away. Me, I'll sit and write this love song
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He sits quietly under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from
we bring you Beltane's flower For the May Day is the great day Sung along the old straight track And those who ancient lines did lay Will heed the song
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go By where the hounds ran hard And on the master raced behind the hunters chased To where the path
Kindled by the dying embers Of another working day Go upstairs, take off your makeup Fold your clothes neatly away Me, I'll sit and write this love song