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 in the dew and so drown.

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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. 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.
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lights a lighter and sways back and forth at my desk as my coworkers wonder what in the hell I"m doing...... LOL! What a great song! RIP Peter


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The *Green Man* symbolise the cycle of life, death and re-birth. The symbol of Godhood within the male and its relationship with the transcendent life force our Goddess, the female expression of divinity. He is a Pagan symbol.

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Reminds me of my Beloved La Baugh Woods in Chicago. keggers, dirtbikes and ATV"s. also some quite walks just to hear the sounds of nature. or get some gas !! LOLOL


This song makes me feel alive everytime I hear it. I listen and I feel Peter is alive with us... His magic voice keep him alive too...


Lyrics: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 in the dew and so drown.I"m the green manThe 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 manThe 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 snowBefrosted paths to the unknown,Have my lips turned true purpleLife is coming to an endSo says me, me wiccan friend,Nature coming full circle.Winter"s breath of filthy snowBefrosted paths to the unknown,Have my lips turned true purpleLife is coming to an endSo says me, me wiccan friend,Nature coming full circle.I"m the green manThe green manI"m the green manThe green man