You’re out on your own now, out in the open at last
Making your own way, sealing the lid on the past
Seeing the future like cliff-steps cut into stone
Feeling quite nervous but knowing that you’re not alone
There’s so many like you, struggling to make their own mark
Some see the sunlight, but others remain in the dark
Some lose their way, never to find their way home
But you are not like them, for you know that you’re not alone
There’ll be times when everything seems to go wrong
And you feel that you will never belong
But stay close to the fire and watch the flames dance in the night
And with the new day things will seem to go right
You’re out on your own now, out in the open at last
Making your own way, sealing the lid on the past
Keep your eyes open and reap the rewards you have sown
But always remember, that you are never alone
Stepping into mystery
That is where my true heart lies
Walking with the wizard stone
Ancient are the songs he writes
Green man in the green glade
Shadows in the bark
Green fields and the blossom birds
Sing the song of the meadowlark
Before the bells of chapel call
The gatherings the gather-rounds
As old as the ancient hills
As wise as the Yew on the mound
In the calm of the evening at the end of a busy day
When the rush is over and the traffic fades away
Find a place you can go to where the land remains untouched
Close your eyes and listen, for the green can tell you much...
Every hill has a memory, every place a name
Every stone a story, every truth a grain
Every path a crossing, every wood a trail
Every tale an ending and every quest a grail.
If you lose direction and your life has run aground
Take some time to wander for direction can be found
Find a hill and climb it - continue to the peak
Stand upon the summit and let the landscape speak...
Last summer I saw dark clouds in the sky
They moved in from the west at Lughnasadh
Then the sound of thunder came closer
And suddenly the rain began the fall
This Winter the cold dark night draws in
Leaves collect at my feet at Samhain
Then I hear a whisper deep inside
And suddenly the summer's almost here
Spring will come and we will see
The seasons shift and turn
The sun will rise in a cloudless sky
And make the Beltane fires burn
I can feel upon my skin
That something new can now begin
And I can't wait until the Summer's here!
Standing near the major oak,
held fast by wooden beams
I look upon its wizened skin,
how sad this old oak seems
And as I look upon its girth
and glance upon the fragile earth
I wonder how this ancient tree appeared in ages past
When sherwood forest proudly stood,
A sprawling crown of regal wood
And home to wolfshead Robin Hood
Herne’s son, the hooded man,
Spirit of the greenwood
Herne’s son, the hooded man
Was he real, this outlaw thief?
This man who wore a hood?
What made him don his sword and bow
and live within the wood?
Was it fear of Norman wrath
that made him choose pariah’s path?
Did he really rob the rich to give back to the poor?
Did he fight with Little John
as sung in medieval song?
And did he right what once was wrong?
Whether he was Loxley-born,
of Saxon parents bred
Or whether he had noble blood,
for both these things are said
Something made a myth of man,
As through the greenwood Robin ran
Seeing life through open eyes as he never had before
And as I leave this ancient tree,
I fancy that he’s watching me
And thank the gods that I am free...
Carpe deum, I’ve often thought
Is something to believe in when your time is getting short
Its easy to remember and not too hard to say
So for those of you still in the dark – Seize the day!
Ascendo tuum, has a pleasing sound
Yet when its said in English words it isn’t so profound
Its often said in anger, frustration is the cause
But if you don’t like what it means – up yours!
It might be dead, it may be sad, it could be hard to take
But if it isn’t; ‘mea culpa’ – my mistake!
Whatever you may think of it, you can be sure;
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur!
Lege et Lacrima, no-one can deny
Sounds a bit vindictive and is meant to make you cry
It may well upset you, but don’t lose any sleep
For this is not an order, so – read it and weep!
Fac ut vivas, is a little rude
It isn’t what you think I said, it isn’t even crude
Its a come-back, and sharper than a knife
Take it for what it is, my friend, or - get a life!