Let me take you by the hand, To wander through the twisted woods, Where the May apples grow, To hear Taliesin's harp dritfting through the trees Like a sweet sigh...
Cup sweet petals of sweetest rose, Know that she lives still within your hands Her spiritm her intoxicating scent Know that she smiles upon you A golden smile, warm 'neath the may-apple crown
Laugh with me, By the heart of The Stag! Walk awhile in this dappled shade, Till daylight unto night shall fade!