Spring won't come, the need of strife  To struggle to be freed from hard ground  The evening mists that creep and crawl  Will drench me in dew and so drown  I'm the green man  The green man  Sol in prime sweet summertime  Cast shadows of doubt on my face  A midday sun, its caustic hues  Refracting within the still lake  I'm the green man  The green man  Autumn in her flaming dress  Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves  My mistress of the frigid night  I worship, pray to, on my knees  Winter's breath of filthy snow  Befrosted paths to the unknown  Have my lips turned true purple  Life is coming to an end  So says me, me wiccan friend  Nature coming full circle  I'm the green man  The green man  Winter's breath of filthy snow  Befrosted paths to the unknown  Have my lips turned true purple  Life is coming to an end  So says me, me wiccan friend  Nature coming full circle  I'm the green man  The green man    these lyrics are last corrected by Parallaxview