To the lovely Welsh Tune
Bugeilio'r Gwenith Gwyn
Oh young and foolish folk are we
To go out in September;
We walk along the leafy lane
'Tis then that we remember!
The gentle touch across our face
The shudder starts inside us,
September comes with silken lace
And lots and lots of spiders.
It happens each and every year
It sets my heart a-quaking,
Enormous spiders everywhere,
Their webs we can't help breaking.
The gentle touch across our face
The shudder starts inside us,
September comes with silken lace
And lots and lots of spiders.
Oh tell me truly, gentle swain
Oh answer this conundrum:
Why all these spiders here again?
And where do they all come from?
The gentle touch across our face
The shudder starts inside us,
September comes with silken lace
And lots and lots of spiders.
Janet Elizabeth, September 2010
