Though the Borough of Camden has no forest,
when the moon goes dark I hear the call
and my heart feels sad for lack of women.
I unwind myself towards the women.
Like a thread, they pull me to the heart of the forest.
From the elder and hawthorn and birch trees they call.
I shake off the world as they send out their call
and clothe myself in the fire of the women
Together we dance in the deep of the forest.
From the forest they call, the women, the women.