The Heart and Soul of Britain in a leafy wooden frame
A summer solstice bonfire and a festive music game
To rouse the local punters burning branches from the ground
is the way be celebrate when Father Nature’s crowned!
We build him like an emperor, more solid than Guy Fawkes
In spring or early summer time, whichever custom stalks
All over Merrie England and in Scotland clan to clan
We celebrate and have some fun and burn the Wicker Man!
A windy central focus- there are Rock and Freedom wheels
Despite the wooden structure, turning, swaying music feels
Vibrate and mix with sounds eclectic and profound
This festival of music rears its head from underground!
For no-one really knows the hippies, no-one really cares
We meet and dance, forget careers, in multitudes or pairs
And sing and laugh and drink some ale, in glass or plastic cup
Some people throwing pills down and others throwing up!
At one with nature, breaking rules and letting parents down
Except the glamour glampers who arrive from out-of-town
And join the fun and music with a pint of happy cheer
The clothes are ‘fancy dress’ dressed-up but nothing matters here!
Its everyone and every class and old but mostly young!)
With bangers on a stick to cook or burn the eager tongue!
It’s mustard for the love of life, and every kind of fan
The flames of youth are musical – this burns the Wicker Man!