Come along, good people, join us while you may, Come with us into our world and listen as we play
We sing of a north where we'll echo with the dancing Where fiddlers play and ladies laugh as Mr Fox comes prancing
Our good songs may beguile you, the hanging man may haunt you, And singing streets turn icy, and the green man he may haunt you,
But the seasons hide the sorrow on the faces of the people, As dance conceals their agents flower, paths are strewn with rubble,
With their singing in the churches and the fields as day is dawning, Nettie played and Jackie sang and planted until morning,
So come along, good people, join us while you may, Come with us into our world and listen as we play