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Mummers' Dance
by Loreena McKennitt



When in the springtime of the year, When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew, Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon, In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear, Amidst the lantern light

Chorus
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves, And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms, In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood, When the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard, Long past their woodland days

Chorus
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

And so they linked their hands and danced, Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends, When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here, And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out, The work of our Lord's hand

Chorus
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
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Lyrics submitted by Suzanne.