Under
Moon, spring time still to come
If I keep questing, I may find some settling
Jack in the Green show me your droll face of wood
Look around at the frightened faces
One man speaks, loud and loud he cries
All those strange fellows must go away to barrows
Then they all went for a riot indeed
Torch in hand and angry glances
Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn
Innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees
Be aware, as old as trees
Night time, never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk, a dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold
In the end, the circle's close at hand
Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy
Never they saw their home's door open at night
Stars witness their silent traces
Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge
Empty a jug of whitest milk over her head
She'll pass away, over her head
Night time, never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk, a dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price
Night time, never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk, a dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price
Night time, never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk, a dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price