THE GREEN MAN

Spring won't come, the need of strife 

To struggle to be freed from hard ground 

The evening mists that creep and crawl 

Will drench in the dew and so drown 

I'm the green man 

The green man 

Sol in prime sweet summertime 

Cast shadows of doubt on my face 

A midday sun, it's caustic hues 

Refracting within the still lake 

Autumn in her flaming dress 

Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves 

My mistress of the frigid night 

I worship pray to on my knees 

Winter's breath of filthy snow 

Befrosted paths to the unknown 

Have my lips turned true purple 

Life is coming to an end 

So says me, me wiccan friend 

Nature coming full circle 

I'm the green man 

The green man