Woodseer (Greenman's ode)

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

Here woodseer
Here woodseer

Moon, the wheat, the Sun, the seed, the ripening
Moon, the wheat, the Sun, the seed, the ripening
Oh, hail woodseer

Moon, the wheat, the Sun, the seed, the ripening
Moon, the wheat, the Sun, the seed, the ripening
All hail woodseer
All hail woodseer
All hail woodseer