Steam rising from the standing stones    Midsummer rains came and went.    Children's bare feet on the rain soaked grass    Speaks Mother Earth- eloquent       The ploughman's chant is left behind    May woven ribbons bleach in the sun    The rime of winter lies well away    Requiem for the barley- not yet begun       Now is the cusp of robin and wren    Now is the crux of women and men    Now descant memories echo birth of the word       The Blood of Summer's holding vernal rains    The binding river flows through eternal veins    The bubbling cauldron still is tended and stirred       The blood of summer    The blood of summer    The blood of summer flows in us still.       Steam rising from the paving stones    Midsummer rains late to appear    Children squeal in the sprinkler's spiral    The tapestry sings the loom of years       A crimson thread runs through the breath    through me form my father to my son    It pulls through shadow forward and back    Through every leaf, every pulse, everyone       Retrace your steps to the well worn flame    reclaim the gift of the thrice born name    Return to the rising tree and the shadow stair       Behold the greenwood heart and mind    Begin the dance of Hart and Hind    Become the Brindled bull and the Milk white Mare       The blood of summer    The blood of summer    The blood of summer flows in us still.