Maiden Wine

Red rose is for love of the heart,
Lilies, so we never part.
Add to this the fruit of the vine,
It’s time to make maiden wine.

It’s the first warm day of spring,
Bee pollen drifts on the wind.
To call you to me,
I have found in the dell
A cluster of pink coral bells.

The world is kept by man,
All things wrought by his hand.
But from mother to daughter
through time
Is the secret of maiden wine.

Stir while you sing this song.
Mix with hazel wand.
Sometime this season
my true love I’ll find
And bring him my maiden wine.

The world is kept by man,
All things wrought by his hand.
But from mother to daughter
through time
Is the secret of maiden wine.

For constancy, I will add thyme,
For cheer, bright columbine,
To quicken his passion,
hawthorne and fern
So my touch will make his blood burn.

The world is kept by man,
All things wrought by his hand.
But from mother to daughter
through time
Is the secret of maiden wine.

Sunflower to make him bold,
Honey for kisses, I’m told,
Lastly, red bleeding heart
for you know
Someday all love grows cold.

The world is kept by man,
All things wrought by his hand.
But from mother to daughter
through time
Is the secret of maiden wine.

Red rose is for love of the heart,
Lilies, so we never part.
Add to this the fruit of the vine,
It’s time to make maiden wine.