Bringing In the May

This sunny morn, a maying we will go. We seek bright blooms for garlands and our queen. The best month of the year is here, and so this sunny morn, a maying we will go into the woods where wildest blossoms grow. With baskets in our hands; through fields of green, this sunny morn, a maying we will go. We seek bright blooms for garlands and our queen. We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round. the queen presiding over all we do, We‘ll dance and sing with a most joyful sound. We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round, and garlands we will make from flowers found, and for the queen, a crown we’ll fashion too. We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round. the queen presiding over all we do. A king there must be, and he is the one who races fastest to the Hawthorne tree. My eye has been upon the baker’s son! A king there must be, and he is the one who’ll stay with me until the day is done. You see, the queen they chose this day is me! A king there must be, and he is the one who races fastest to the Hawthorne tree. (Can't believe I accidentally deleted this one after putting it up the other day)