Glastonbury

To wander at midnight
A grand dewy eve
The witching hour
Where many achieve
Greatness their besoms
Float in the air
At the close of the day
The moon set we share

St Michael’s Tower
With its Autumnal sweep
Roaming in the gLoaming
Such maturity reap
The wildness above
And the wildness below
Wizardry cometh
And wizardry go

Glastonbury sleeping
A magical time
High up on the Tor
Reciting a rhyme
The White Spring
Is churning
It’s bubbly refrain
It’s great to be up here
Again and again.