Following the Green

(Facon’s song got me dancing . . . and, you know, the whole world is suddenly, completely GREEN! Pi started this one . . . she said she was going up the eastern seaboard “following the green.” Singing words that beg to dance! What is a person to do?)



She went down to the meadow in morning
To wash in the sweet, honied dew
She went up to the hawthorned hill side
Where the oak and ivy grew
She danced on earth, she danced on air
The bright pathway than ran between
With flowers wreathing her flowing hair
Joyfully following the green

Following the green in the dawning
Following the green until noon
Following the green in the twilight
Following the green ‘neath the moon
Following the green she went dancing
Following the green where it spills
Following the green through the deep wood
Following the green to the hills

She went down to the meadow in morning
And since she has ne’er been seen
She danced off to a land of enchantment
Joyfully following the green


©Edwina Peterson Cross