Over the rolling hills, an ancient woodland stands,
Ready for a party, deep in hidden lands.

As the glint of summer fades and light trips off the trees,
A Green Man guards a secret spot for all our dancing needs.

Where can we find it? A question, we hear you say.
Listen for the murmurs - they will lead you on your way.

Follow the winding tables, past the forest feasts,
Round the flickering fire to ward off prying beasts.

Can you see a Weald beneath the twinkling sphere?
If you feel the magic, that’s when you know you’re here...