Beltane - Jethro Tull

Have you ever stood in the April wood\nAnd called the new year in?\nAnd while the phantoms of three thousand years fly\nAs the dead leaves spin?\nThere’s a snap in the grass behind your feet\nAnd a tap upon your shoulder\nAnd the thin wind crawls along your neck\nIt’s just the old God’s getting older\nAnd the kestrel drops like a fall of shot and\nThe red cloud hanging high a come, a Beltane\nA come, a Beltane\nHave you ever loved a lover\nOf the old elastic truth?\nAnd doted on the daughter\nIn the ministry of youth?\nThrust your head between the breasts\nOf the fertile innocent\nAnd taken up the cause of love\nFor the sake of argument\nOr while the kisses drop like a fall of shot\nFrom soft lips in the rain a come, a Beltane\nA happy old new year to you and yours\nThe sun’s up for one more day, to be sure\nPlay it out gladly, for your card’s marked again\nHave you walked around your parks and towns\nSo knife-edged orderly?\nWhile the fires are burned on the hills upturned\nIn far-off wild country\nAnd felt the chill on your window sill\nAs the green man comes around\nWith his walking cane of sweet hazel\nBrings it crashing down\nSends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites\nWell, it’s just your groaning pains a come, a Beltane\nA come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane\nA come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane\nA come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane\nA come, a Beltane, a come, a Beltane