We are but ribbons floating in the wind, refusing to rest from our dance
Around each merry maypole we leap, we twist, we prance
With hands held high in welcome to this happy day's embrace
A sweet kiss in the grassland on each muddied face
Grazed knees bent in aching pleasure, toes bathing in sand and sunlight
And the laughter, oh the laughter, but that the sun could shine so bright
