The Green Man’s a traveller, a reveller, unraveller Of dreams and of fancies, from first to the last. Older than all men, living in all things Son, father and sage, Long live the Green Man!
First light of first morning saw the Green Man there waiting He saw the creation and joined in the dance All creatures grew ’round him, he grew with them singing The first song of all, sing of the Green Man
Quietly watching and waiting and learning The storms are his fury, the lightning his laugh The first leaf of spring, his beauty and glory His stillness his power, in the trees is his path.
There are fewer trees now, but the man is not sleeping ‘Though our ruin brings sorrow to time’s oldest heart In our souls we may find him and remember his wisdom And rekindle the flame; once again make a start.