The dragon rising from the cave,
From the cauldron of rebirth,
The sleeping one again awakes,
From wihin the olden earth,

Sweep my hand across the grains,
My eyes a violet sky to meet,
A flower on a scarlet day,
A weed amidst the golden wheat,

The mistle toe shall ever grow,
Within the groves of magic dreams,
The serpent in the round of oaks,
The medicine of poison leaves,

Sweep my hand across the grains,
And thank the blessed giving rains,
For the dragon is born again,
And none have ever lived in vain,

The earth trembles with blessed dreams,
And the unseen dreamer weaves the seems,
The rainbow serpent has taken flight,
The magic dream has come to life,
When harvest when skies are gray,
Fol de rol I'm on my way,
Sweep my hands across the grains,
Fol de rol I'm on my way,
For the dragon is born again,
Fol de rol I'm on my way!