The Mayday sun began to set
Behind the barrows evening met the day
It washed the hues from blossom'd trees
And with it brought a chill upon the breeze
Mother!
A young girl played upon the grass
The eventide toward her sweeping fast
Concealed red ribbons and daisy chains
And drew the colour from her gentle frame
Mother!
Her mother's voice rang through the cold
As the final shafts of burnished gold were gone
And with the light, so too the girl
Her tinkling bells now high up on the hill
Mother!
Walk up to the mound
Lay thorns upon the ground
The fair full moon it turns
While the blackthorn burns
Her mother searched the garden still
Felt in her heart the aching chill of fear
And found near where her child had stood
A lifelike figure carved of wood
Mother!
Walk up to the mound
Lay thorns upon the ground
The fair full moon it turns
While the blackthorn burns
Walk up to the mound
Lay thorns upon the ground
The fair full moon it turns
While the blackthorn burns
Walk up to the mound
Lay thorns upon the ground
The fair full moon it turns
While the blackthorn burns
Mother!