Letra de Green Man
Spring won't come, the need of strife To struggle to be freed from hard ground The evening mists that creep and crawl Will drench me in dew and so drownI'm the green man The green manSol in prime sweet summertime Cast shadows of doubt on my face A midday sun, its caustic hues Refracting within the still lakeAutumn in her flaming dress Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves My mistress of the frigid night I worship pray to on my kneesWinter's breath of filthy snow Befrosted paths to the unknown Have my lips turned true purple? Life is coming to an end So says me, me wiccan friend Nature coming full circleWinter's breath of filthy snow Befrosted paths to the unknown Have my lips turned true purple? Life is coming to an end So says me, me wiccan friend Nature coming full circleI'm the green man The green man I'm a green man A green man