yee greenyard witch,
place a spell upon,
thor meadow poor old soul.
he was a brave young soul.,
yee greenyard witch,
dance on every one soul.,on thee autumn
feast day which be O'day.
O'spirts rise from thy endless
graves. of thy ancient
timesO'Thy goblin O'spirts.
hear thee music above thy trees.
yee greenyard witch she dance in the
meadow,on this cold dark.
night by thy cliff by thee castle.,of the
sea of life, my dear old friends.
watch thy children thee moonlite nights.
yee greenyard witch live once again.
by dennis gunsteen
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