The Oak King played His pipes within the wood
Where maidens darted, hid and led the chase
Toward gently mounded hills where maypoles stood
Among the budding trees for love's embrace.
My lady dances young within the glen
As balefires on the hilltops blaze their light.
She'll leap the fire as glittering sparks ascend.
She'll dance the maypole round with me tonight.
At dawn she'll wash her face in morning dew,
Her greenwood marriage bright behind her eyes
While day shines warm on woods where witches flew.
The balefire ashes cool, the pole is down.
The earth a whispered promise to the Wise.
Aradia now wears the Mother crown.