Lyric 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 Beltanés 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.
Paß the word and paß the lady and paß the plate to all who hunger.
And paß the wit of ancient wisdom, paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And 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 bed.
Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of Naturés palm, croßed with silver and with gold.
Paß the cup and paß the lady and paß the plate to all who hunger.
And paß the wit of ancient wisdom, paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
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.
Paß the word and paß the lady and paß the plate to all who hunger.
And paß the wit of ancient wisdom, paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltanés 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.
Paß the word and paß the lady and paß the plate to all who hunger.
And paß the wit of ancient wisdom, paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And 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 bed.
Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of Naturés palm, croßed with silver and with gold.
Paß the cup and paß the lady and paß the plate to all who hunger.
And paß the wit of ancient wisdom, paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
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.
Paß the word and paß the lady and paß the plate to all who hunger.
And paß the wit of ancient wisdom, paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.
And paß the Cup of Crimson Wonder.