May I make my fond excuses for the late-ness of the hour;
But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltane's flower
For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track
And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song that calls them
back

Pass the word and pass the lady and pass the plate to all who hunger
And pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder
And pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder

Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red
Ask the old grey standing stones who show the sun his way to bed
Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that they hold
Walk the lines of Nature's palm, crossed with silver and with gold

Pass the cup and pass the lady and pass the plate to all who hunger
And pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder
And pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder

Join in black December's sadness, lie in August's welcome corn
Stir the cup that's ever filling with the blood of all that's born
But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track
And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song that calls them
back

Pass the word and pass the lady and pass the plate to all who hunger
And pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder
And pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder