May I make my fond excuses
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for the lateness of the hour,
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but we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's flower.
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For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
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And those who ancient lines did lay
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will heed the song that calls them back.
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Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
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Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
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Ask the green man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
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Ask the old grey standing stones that show the sun its way to bed.
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Question all as to their ways,
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and learn the secrets that they hold.
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Walk the lines of nature's palm
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crossed with silver and with gold.
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Pass the cup and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
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Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
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Join in black December's sadness,
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lie in August's welcome corn.
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Stir the cup that's ever-filling
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with the blood of all that's born.
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But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
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And those who ancient lines did lay
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will heed this song that calls them back.
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Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
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Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
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Cup Of Wonder
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| Jethro Tull |
