Bealtaine
Lets go to the greenwood the Bel-fire burns bright.
Lets go to the greenwood and make love tonight.
First let us dance and make merry all day.
For now the summer, will not stay away.
Oh, as I dance the Maypole with glee,
I’ll think of you, I hope you think of me.
Oh, the deep passion in my heart does burn.
Come to the greenwood for, you, I do yearn.
On the Maypole together the ribbons all weave,
And many a maiden a child will conceive.
Come to the greenwood, and be my love.
The God and the Goddess will bless from above.
Oh, we will laugh, and then we will dine.
Deep in the greenwood we will entwine.
Nancy Venus
Nancy Venus |
