Kindle The Flame (Spring Gypsy Dance)
by Blayze

The stones on the hill
dance in the wind
as a cloak billows brightly to warm
kith and kin

The eagle soars high
Through snow covered skies
As the maiden sings green to the land

So kindle the flame
And weave a bright bed
The maiden is calling the fire in the head

So kindle the flame
And weave a bright bed
The maiden is calling the fire in the head

The vixen is courting the lamb by the ford
As the leaves of the vines entangle the boar

The buds on the trees
perfume the breeze
As the maiden sings green to the land

So kindle the flame
And weave a bright bed
The maiden is calling the fire in the head

So kindle the flame
And weave a bright bed
The maiden is calling the fire in the head

Stir up the cauldron
And pour out the brew
Drink the sweet waters of the season renewed

 The smith at the forge, brightens the coals
As the greenworld delights in the birth of the foals

The draught of the well
Falls under the spell
As the Maiden sings green to the Land

So kindle the flame
And weave a bright bed
The maiden is calling the fire in the head

So kindle the flame   
And weave a bright bed
The maiden is calling the fire in the head