Woodseer (Greenman's ode) - Third Eye Of The Crone (Impressão)

When I was a boy

The winter gloom was on the sky

I roamed in woodland far

Led by Sun, led by Moon, led by star

Then the heavens came upon me

Earth surged beneath my feet

And the green became all I was to be

Here woodseer

Fall to flower yields

Frozen roots to silver fields

Primal yet ever born

Flower yields to fierce Sun form

Then the old king came upon me

Earth surged beneath my feet

And the green became all I was to be

Here woodseer

Moon, the wheat, the Sun, the seed, the ripening

Oh, hail woodseer

Moon, the wheat, the Sun, the seed, the ripening

All hail woodseer