Song Lyrics
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth, and felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around, have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin, play it out gladly
for your card s marked again
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin, sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites, happy old new year to you and yours
And felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around, or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain Narsilion, brings it crashing down
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country, have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth Beltane, or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain
There s a snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder, with his walking cane of sweet hazel, have you ever stood in the april wood and called the new year in
happy old new year to you and yours
and felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around
And felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around, have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth
play it out gladly
brings it crashing down
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites, play it out gladly
or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain
and the thin wind crawls along your neck
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain, the sun s up for one more day Beltane, the sun s up for one more day
The sun s up for one more day, sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites
it s just your groaning pains
and felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around
And taken up the cause of love, brings it crashing down Narsilion, have you ever stood in the april wood and called the new year in
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country, brings it crashing down, thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent
And the thin wind crawls along your neck, and the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high
For the sake of argument, and taken up the cause of love
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent, and the thin wind crawls along your neck
And felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around, it s just your groaning pains
Happy old new year to you and yours, while the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent, sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites
and the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high
Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly, brings it crashing down
It s just your groaning pains, while the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country
and felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around
The sun s up for one more day, thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent, play it out gladly
With his walking cane of sweet hazel, for your card s marked again
Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly, and felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around, sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain, have you ever stood in the april wood and called the new year in
The sun s up for one more day, play it out gladly
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high, happy old new year to you and yours, with his walking cane of sweet hazel
For your card s marked again, the sun s up for one more day, thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent
for your card s marked again
