Beltane

Intro riff  
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Have you ever stood in the April wood and called the new year in 
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While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin 
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There's a snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder 
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And the thin wind crawls along your neck it's just the old gods getting older 


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And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 


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Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth 
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And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth 
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Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent 
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And taken up the cause of love for the sake of argument 


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Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain 
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Come a Beltane 


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A happy old new year to you and yours 
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The sun's up for one more day, to be sure 
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Play it out gladly for your card's marked again 

Instrumental 
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Intro riff x2 


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Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly 
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While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country 
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And felt the chill on your window-sill as the green man comes around 
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With his walking cane of sweet hazel brings it crashing down 


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Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites but it's just your groaning pains 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane 
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Come a Beltane