I’m drunk, I’m really drunk. Not any old drunk,
I’m not punch drunk, or drunk as a skunk
I’m Beltane drunk
I’m dizzy on the heady scent of late night blossom,
I’m giddy on the sweet salty smell of the ocean
Last night I put on my best red Beltane dress,
and I’m afraid I got into a bit of a mess.
We danced around the Bel fires
and felt the hot rising of desire.
I woke up to find a green man in my room!
I had to get up early to wash myself in the dew.
Well when a green man has the horn,
what’s a girl to do?
I don’t often get that drunk,
maybe once a year when winter’s done,
because Beltane drunk is the best kind of drunk.