In hollybush a song thrush sings in the pale mist of the dawn light,
In the hazel the roe buck scores the bole to greet the rut,
When night falls a barn own flies - a ghost beneath the moon,
Vixen cries out in the dark, spring seeding 'neath an earth.
And I'm the spirit of the wood,
The bringer of the springtime green,
I shall sing on ever more,
The woods grow wild with me,
And never can I die,
I whisper on the summer breeze,
Hear me I will never die,
My blood shall grow on green,
Follow me into the glade and join me in the circle,
Here within the chestnut trees in Beltane's praise we'll sing,
And I'm the spirit of the wood,
The bringer of the springtime green,
I shall sing on ever more,
The woods grow wild with me,
Time is gone and summer past,
The leaves of autumn glow in gold,
With October comes the winds,
To lead them with the fieldfare,
Winter comes and snow will fall,
The trees now clothed within the ice,
I will rest within these months,
I'll greet you next in spring.
And never can I die,
I whisper on the summer breeze,
Hear me I will never die,
My blood shall grow on green,