Luyện nghe bài hát Green Man

Spring won't come, the need of strife to
To be freed from ground
The evenings mists creep and crawl
Will drench me in dew and so

I'm the man
The man

Sol in prime summertime
Cast shadows of on my face
A midday sun, causing hues
Refracting within the lake

I'm the man
The man

in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, fallen leaves
My mistress of the night
I worship, to on my knees

Winter's of filthy snow
Be frosted to the unknown
Have my lips turned purple
Life is to an end
So says me, me friend
Nature full circle

Winter's of filthy snow
Be frosted paths to the
my lips turned true purple
Life is to an end
So me, me wiccan friend
Nature full circle

I'm the man
The man

I'm the man
The man