Harpay to you,
Harpay to you,
Harpay to you,
Harpay to you.
Harpay to,
Harpay to-oo,
Harpay tooo,
Harpay to you.
Harpay to yooou,
Harpay to you,
Harpay to you,
Mouse mouse.
Harpay to,
Harpay to-oo,
Harpay tooo,
Harpay to you.
Harpay to yooou,
Harpay to you,
Harpay to you,
Mouse mouse.

With these flowers, braids of innocence
Woven in the nuptial crown,
Here I gladly stand before you,
Wrapped in love-wound bridal gown.
In this orchard, friends and family
Share our blissful wedding day;
Hear my pledge: my life is for you—
Here I give my love away.
Walk with me through trials of dark days,
When the winter brims with snow;
Love shall blossom as the flowers
When the summer's bounties flow.
Take my hand and hold my promises,
Bind them fast with solemn band;
Keep my heart—it's beating for you,
Fragile as these flowers in hand.
The first time I saw you, the evening was falling;
A red setting sun filled the sky.
I looked at your face and I heard kismet calling;
I silently made my reply.
Then the sunset was gone and the evenstar shone
With a radiant shimmering white
And I stood there, spellbound, never making a sound,
As our stars crossed, on high, in the night.
And the red, green and blue,
Which brought me to you,
Are changed into shimmering white.
We journeyed together, in joyous vocation
And toiled in the same fields of green.
Two hearts moving closer, towards the same station,
Till nothing remained in between.
Then that moment arose, as true love surely knows,
When the time for that question is right
And your answer would bless, with its contented “yes”,
As your smile flashed its shimmering white.
And the red, green and blue,
Which brought me to you,
Are changed into shimmering white.
We stand at the altar, our loved ones around us;
The sky overhead deepest blue.
We cherish our future, now pure love has bound us
For you will love me and I you.
And my soul brims with love, as you stand like a dove,
In your gown of pure shimmering white,
And my heart fills with pride, as I kiss my new bride,
And our dreams find their wings and take flight.
And the red, green and blue,
Which brought me to you,
Are changed into shimmering white.
Arise, gentle children of the faerie mound—
The bonfires flicker in the waning night.
We dance to the Greenwood, where the Queen is crowned,
And sing, as the seasons turn to light.
We march with the Aos Sí, on this day—
May casts its enchantment on Beltane.
The waxing Sun, with golden ray,
Shall warm the earth again.
In glory, the Tuatha Dé Danann ride!
Come, the stag in his wood and forest flow'r in weald;
What Magick! Let the songbird bide;
May barley gild the field!
Come, all ye children of the Mother Goddess,
Trooping with the faerie folk,
And spread your garlands all about the forest;
Rowan, Ash and Oak.
Come, gracious spirits, proud and free,
And bless the Holly tree,
The Hawthorn, with the humble bee,
The Hazel, crown and root.
Come, blissful sprite and faerie fay
And watch the fawns at play.
The Willow, Birch and Alder sway;
The sapling spreads its shoot.
quidquid evenit,
quod erat faciendum,
et ave aestas
Come, tortured giant of Fomorian night—
What tempests rail about thy troubled breast?
May all thy hurt and all thy reckless might
Come find respite as Geimhreadh falls to rest.
What lures the Aos Sí forth, this feral day?—
May weaves its wild enchantment on Beltane.
Come, waxing Sun, and cast thy healing ray—
What quickened at Imbolc shall thrive again.
May draws the Tuatha Dé Danann nigh.
Come, boxing hare and restive stag in weald.
What magick!—let the skylark sing on high,
May meadow bloom and barley gild the field.
Come, friends, rejoice!—for what could dim fair May?
And, come what may, bright Samhradh stirs this day.
Shall I compare thee to a flatbed truck?
Thou art more curvy and articulate.
Rough roads make wings and fairings come unstuck
And seized up wheel nuts grow more obstinate.
Sometimes too hot the diesel engine burns
And frosty mornings wax the fuel lines.
With raucous clatter oft’ the crankshaft turns
And cogwheels grate upon the gearbox splines.
But thy unblemished coachwork never fades
Beneath its Waxoyl coat of Nivea
And thy angelic note the room pervades
With deepest thoughts and random trivia.
Though rusting wagons fail their MOT,
Our love is licensed for eternity.