breath of wind has stirred me
From hypnotic lands
The cup falls from my hands
I feel your [bad word]  [bad word] through the trees
Your call upon the breeze
Let us sing to Herne tonight [bad word] join his dance of life
Let us sing to Herne tonight
And join his dance of life
Proud horned [bad word] now
With swiftness and with mirth
Be with us on this earth
We praise the phallus that has
Brought the gift of life
Join with me in this rite