Cup of Wonder

May I make my fond excuses for the late-ness of the hour;
But we accept your invitation, and would bring you
Beltane's flower.
For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old
straight track.
And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song
that calls them back.

Ref:
Pass the wood and pass the lady.
Pass the plane to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass
the Cup of Crimson Wonder.

Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the cup that
fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones who show the sun his
way to bad.
Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that
they hold.
Walk the lines of Nature's palm, crosses with silver and
with gold.

Ref:

Join in black December's sadness, lie in August's
welcome corn.
Stir the cup that's ever filling with the blood of all
that's born.
But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old
straight track.
And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song
that calls them back.

Ref: