ASK THEM May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour, but we accept

ASK THEM

May I make my fond excuses

for the lateness of the hour,

but we accept your invitation,

and we bring you Beltane’s flower.

For the May Day is the great day,

sung along the old straight track.

And those who ancient lines did lay

will heed the song that calls them back.

***Ask the green man where he comes from,

Ask the cup that fills with red.

Ask the old grey standing stones

That show the sun its way to bed.***

Question all as to their ways,

and learn the secrets that they hold.

Walk the lines of nature’s palm

crossed with silver and with gold.

Join in black December’s sadness,

lie in August’s welcome corn.

Stir the cup that’s ever-filling

with the blood of all that’s born.

But the May Day is the great day,

sung along the old straight track.

And those who ancient lines did lay

will heed this song that calls them back.

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(fr: cup of wonder. jt. apologies to the bard.)