The Golden Apple

Forget Me Not

Lyrics by Michael Crook & Guy Hepworth
Melody by Michael Crook, Guy Hepworth & Chris Kennish

Shade of the trees in the summer sunlight
Rest on the shoulders of a boy and girl
Who are sitting in the tall grass loving gently
Wind whispers names in their ears X2

Listen to me love me for I am the land
From the tree on the hill to the grain in your hand
You’ve power in your body from the birth of the earth
Snow in the winter, blossom in the womb
Forget me not nor treat me lightly

I am the land X4

The wind blows the water; the rain soaks the ground
Soil beareth the trees, which are burnt to the ground
Ash fills the air, smoke bellowing clouds
Cloud bursts and the rain falls back down like a shroud

Round and around and the world goeth round X4

The fresh crack of the old earth, spring rites for us all
Rejoice in the summer sun, blaze glorious call
Store and collect fall under a mound
Winter is white and life makes no sound and

Around and around and the world goeth round X4

Listen to me love me for I am the land
From the tree on the hill to the grain in your hand
You’ve power in your body from the birth of the earth
Snow in the winter, blossom in the womb
Forget me not nor treat me lightly