Steam rising from the standing stones
Midsummer rains came and went.
Children's bare feet on the rain soaked grass
Speaks Mother Earth- eloquent
The ploughman's chant is left behind
May woven ribbons bleach in the sun
The rime of winter lies well away
Requiem for the barley- not yet begun
Now is the cusp of robin and wren
Now is the crux of women and men
Now descant memories echo birth of the word
The Blood of Summer's holding vernal rains
The binding river flows through eternal veins
The bubbling cauldron still is tended and stirred
The blood of summer
The blood of summer
The blood of summer flows in us still.
Steam rising from the paving stones
Midsummer rains late to appear
Children squeal in the sprinkler's spiral
The tapestry sings the loom of years
A crimson thread runs through the breath
through me form my father to my son
It pulls through shadow forward and back
Through every leaf, every pulse, everyone
Retrace your steps to the well worn flame
reclaim the gift of the thrice born name
Return to the rising tree and the shadow stair
Behold the greenwood heart and mind
Begin the dance of Hart and Hind
Become the Brindled bull and the Milk white Mare
The blood of summer
The blood of summer
The blood of summer flows in us still.