Run my god to the woods and the mountain, lai...

Take your lady to the streams and the fountains, lai...

For the city chokes and the factories smoke

And the pavement's cold and bare

So make your way to the woodland glade

And I will meet you there, singing lai...

The city parks have streams and pathways, lai...

But the paths are paved and dead are the waterways, lai...

And the people there all stop and stare

As I stand with robe and blade

And they never see as they look at me

The circle I have made, singing lai....

I will build a temple and set an altar, lai...

With smoke and fire, with sand and water, lai....

Though the room's not wide, and the street's outside

And the plastered walls are bare

It will be as glade and forest shade

And I will greet thee there, singing lai...