Feel me sleep beneath your feet
While the year is waning,
And all about you the bare fingers plead
And reach towards the sky,
crown of thorns about my head,
When the dark is rising,
And from the shadows walks a God, a seed,
hope for brand new life.

(Bridge)
Can you hear the Spirits of the Earth can you?
Can you hear the Spirits of the Earth can you?
Can you hear the Spirits of the Earth?
Can you hear them call, can you hear them sing?
 [bad word] 
Lughnasadh! Is the life and the death of the Corn King,
Life and rebirth of the Corn King!
Lughnasadh! Is the life and the death of the Corn King,
Life and rebirth of the Corn King!

I turn my green face to the Sun,
As the year is waxing,
And all about animals call my name
In forest and in sky.
My horns of velvet reflect the Moon,
Silver wheel of my Lady, [bad word] towards me as the May reveals
Her White and virgin skin.

I turn my gold face to the Sun
As the year is waning,
The time [bad word] now for my life to end
As [bad word] on stone, [bad word] towards me across the fields,
Chariot's wheels a-blazing,
Her hair on fire, cut me [bad word] me, bake me,
Eat me, I am yours.