When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When I was called the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
I miss the lantern light
We've been running all night
And sometime all is dead
Now returning back again
We bring the golden light
And we'll go down to the shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the filler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
We've been running all night
And sometime all is dead
Now returning back again
We bring the golden light
To that promised sea
It was a celebration of the clear skies








Like
The
Skies

The
Rock
Elm

SIDES
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
A garden gay life bringing you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout, we'll bud it out
The work of our Lord's hand
We've been running all the night
And some time all is dead
No returning back again
We bring the golem yet
We've been running all the night
And some time all is dead
No returning back again
We bring the golem yet
We bring the golem yet