Have you seen the Green Man standing in the trees?
Whistling with the bluebirds, humming with the bees
Did you see the May Queen drinking from her gourd?
Offering him the sweet green liquor that is poured
Maybe he's a scarecrow, all his straw still green
Waiting for the harvest, and for Halloween
Do you feel the summer falling day by day?
Colors of the flowers slowly growing gray
Some say he's a savior on his cross forlorn
Where the corn and barley die to be reborn
Can you feel the autumn frost upon the lawn?
And the call to Nature's Altar of the Dawn
Behold the first snowfall on the frozen field
The winter crows picking last of summer's yield
At morning communion after midnight mass
Cathedral of a new day sunrise through stain glass
Have you seen the Green Man standing in the trees?
Keeper of the secret circle no-one sees
Spilling kind libations on bare standing stones
Caring for the barren Mother Earth's old bonesmore