Secret Green

There’s a whispering in the hedgerows says the stars have moved on
And a rumour on the rising wind that the game has begun
There’s a call to the Secret Sisterhood,
One Lady is best
And she keeps the flame of Albion alight in her breast.

For this is no common earth, wood, water or air
This is Merlin’s isle of miracles that you and I share
And when the pipes play the Flowers of Avalon
She will make herself fair
To be a dancer on the secret green for the king waiting there

We will know by these tokens the king will arrive
Keep the circles unbroken the Rose will survive
‘Till the wanderers in the wilderness
Crown the White Lady queen.
‘Till the pipes play The Flowers of Avalon
She’ll be silent and keep Secret Green

There’s a withering in the wildwood says the roses are dead
And a darkness over Avalon bringing sadness and dread
But the roots go where the rivers flow
True, steadfast and deep
And the fanfares call from history saying “out of your sleep”