| D | C | D |
| Green the | corn grows, John Barley wakes from | slumber; |
| D | C | G | D |
| Vines are | quickening, | welcome the | summer. |
| D | C | D |
| Green the | goddess, her smile grows with the | seasons; |
| D | C | G | D |
| Feel her womb | quickening, | life is the | reason. |
| C | G | D | C |
| Warm breezes | blowing, I | hear the satyr | tune. |
| C | G | D | C |
| The Solstice | Sun slowly | fades into the | Moon. |
| C | A |
| And the Green Man grows, as the season | flows. |
| D | C | D |
| Green the | grape vines, for Dionysus | growing; |
| D | C | G | D |
| Red wine shall | tell the tale, | the God's blood | flowing. |
| D | C | D |
| Gold the | grain grows, John Barley's harvest | bringing; |
| D | C | G | D |
| Sweet cakes shall | tell the tale, | God's body | bringing. |
| D | C | D |
| In the | valley, the birds are singing | merry; |
| D | C | G | D |
| The earth is | growing strong; | bud, fruit, and | berry. |
| D | C | D |
| Warm the | Lady, her sweet breath on the | flowers; |
| D | C | G | D |
| The Spring clouds | run away, | gone are the | showers. |
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