Come away, the faun would say,
Come away to my crumbling stone hall.
Drink my wine, then stay and play
Summer, Spring, or Fall.
Winter does not slumber here
Nor the roots of time entwine.
Go like starlight from your fear
With hair bound all in dapple-shine.
While I weave a song to guide you
Through the silvered hush of night,
Dance lightly upon the brightening dew
That sighs for the coming daylight.
Dance lightly between beck and wood
Where the earth smells deep and grey
And many oaks and willows would
Wander ere break of day.
Dance until your heart is new
And let me kiss your laughing brow
While I weave the flesh to bind you
From Cernowain's* golden bough.
*Cernowain (also called Cernunnos) is the Celtic
deity of nature and fertility.
