Woak and beech buds wait
The velvet aish buds wait
Frogs and twoads in lagwood holes
And hedgehogs in their leafy ditch
All waiting for His kingdom

Wyman, Wyman
Love Me Neshen ..

Eth waits
The dead brakes
Host the holm's blood beads;
They are His crown of thorns
And He will rise again
Wyman, Wyman ..
Unray I for en
Slip from my childhood skin;
I zing through the forest
I hover in the holway

I laugh in the leaves
And merge into meesh
Just a charm in the woak
With the chalky children
Of evermore