spring won t come the need of strife to struggle to be freed from hard ground hmm the evening mists that creep and crawl will drench me in dew and so drown hmm i m the green man the green man sol in prime sweet summertime cast shadows of doubt on my face hmm a midday sun its caustic hues refracting within the still lake hmm i m the green man the green man autumn in her flaming dress of orange brown gold fallen leaves hmm my mistress of the frigid night i worship pray to on my knees hmm x2 winter s breath of filthy snow befrosted paths to the unknown have my lips turned blue purple life is coming to an end so says me me wiccan friend nature coming full circle  x2 i m the green man the green man2