May Day flautists Pan the 4PM moon
On wine lips and passion breath the cavalcade roams
Through sandstone, split-rock syphonies and a sigh
Over cholla fields, purple, pink and red blooms
Tumbleweed towns roll away like a ghost
They follow pied pipers offering up their glad toasts
Crows on the wind surf Appollonian sky
Dancing with the breeze and singing out with a cry
CHORUS
They sing holy holy holy holy holy
Holy holy holy holy Hey
Ring around the rosie
Seven times it goes
Throw posies
Raise a Phoenix
Crush a glass
And square the circle at last
Cascade lovers strum through rivers of stone
Snatch a joyous tune from a ribbon rock drone
Coyotes scramble ‘cross the peaks and howl through the night
Raising desert’s dome with wild shrieks of delight
CHORUS
CHORUS
