Steeleye Span Follow

Dance, the Dark Morris!
You will find,
Summer turns to Wintertime.
Deep in the forest,
Clad in black,
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You may never dance back!
Boot thrum,
Stick clack.
Feel the Earth crack,
Underground.
Ancient incantation,
Calls the North wind down.
This is the land of,
Mystery & Myth!
This is the world,
Of the,
WinterSmith!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You will find,
Summer turns to Wintertime.
Deep in the forest,
Clad in black,
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You may never dance back!
Coal-black faces,
Changing places,
Through the night.
Cold advance,
Is this a dance?
Is this a fight?
Beats as deep,
As oceans.
Thunder through,
Your soul.
Calling for the emotions,
You have never known.
These are the days of,
Mystery & Myth!
These are the ways,
Of the,
WinterSmith!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You will find,
Summer turns to Wintertime.
Deep in the forest,
Clad in black,
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You may never dance back!
You feel someone behind you,
In front, above, below,
& beside you.
The dancers freeze,
But the world keeps spinning,
You know this is just,
The beginning!
These are the days of,
Mystery & Myth!
These are the ways,
Of the,
WinterSmith!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You will find,
Summer turns to Wintertime.
Deep in the forest,
Clad in black,
Dance, the Dark Morris!
You may never dance back!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!
Dance, the Dark Morris!