Have you ever stood in the April wood
And called the new year in
While are the phantoms of three thousand years
Rise as the dead leaves spin?

There's a snap in the grass behind your feet
And a tap upon your shoulder,
And the thin wind crawls along your neck;
It's just the old gods getting older.

And the Kestral drops like a far-off shot
From a red cloud hanging high. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane.

Have you ever loved a lover
Of the old elastic [bad word] 
And doted on the daughter
In the ministry of youth?
 [bad word] your head between the [bad word] Of the fertile [???]
Taken up the cause of love
For the sake of [???].

While the kisses drop like a far-off shot
From soft lips in the rain. [bad word] a Beltane.

happy love new year to you,
And you're the sons of for one more day
[???].

Have you walked around your parks and town
So [nice and?] orderly,
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned
In far-off wild country,

And felt the chill on your windowsill
As the green [bad word] around
With his walking cane of sweet hazel
Brings it crashing down,

Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites?
But its just your groaning pains. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane. [bad word] a Beltane.