I said they called it Stormy Monday, Umm, hmm, but I said Tuesday's just as bad
I said they called it Stormy Monday, Umm, hmm, Tuesday is just as bad Wednesday's full of sorrow, umm, hmm
I said that Thursday's oh-so, it's oh-so-sad It's oh-so-sad
I said lord, lord, why don't you have mercy,
Umm, hmm, you gotta have mercy on me So I'm trying to find my woman, Umm, hmm, won't you bring her home to me?
I said they call it stormy Monday
Have you ever stood in an April wood and called the New Year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin?
There's a snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck: it's just the old gods getting older.
And the kestrel drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud's hanging high -
come-a Beltane.
Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain -
come-a Beltane.
Happy old New Year to you and yours.
The sun's up for one more day, to be sure.
Play it out gladly, for your card's marked again.
Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country.
And felt the chill on your window-sill as the green man comes around.
With his walking cane of sweet hazel brings it crashing down.
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites. Well, it's just your growing pains.
Come-a Beltane. Come-a Beltane.
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