Из альбома: Songs from the wood
May I make my fond excuses for the late-neЯ of the hour;
But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltanйs flower.
For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song that calls them
back.
PaЯ the word and paЯ the lady and paЯ the plate to all who hunger.
And paЯ the wit of ancient wisdom, paЯ the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paЯ the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones who show the sun his way to bed.
Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of Naturйs palm, croЯed with silver and with gold.
PaЯ the cup and paЯ the lady and paЯ the plate to all who hunger.
And paЯ the wit of ancient wisdom, paЯ the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paЯ the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
Join in black December's sadneЯ, lie in August's welcome corn.
Stir the cup that's ever filling with the blood of all that's born.
But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song that calls them
back.
PaЯ the word and paЯ the lady and paЯ the plate to all who hunger.
And paЯ the wit of ancient wisdom, paЯ the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paЯ the Cup of Crimson Wonder.