Who are they who come to the Greenwood,
Hand to yew and eye to flight?
Call the quiet warriors forward,
Archer's day to foeman's night.
- How came they here, from where and when,
To gather in this time and place?
They come from memory's ancient keep
Arrows touch o'erreaching mace.
- Who is he in first-hooded Green,
Tall as the oak and strong?
A true heart lending silent wings;
Arrows fly both straight and long.
- And he of noble right and fame
Who's hooded Green comes after?
Turnabout, he rounds them out;
Arrows sing bright as his laughter.
- And who comes now in hard-won Green,
Direct of spirit, eye and hand?
Fire and ice to mark the way;
Teacher wise and Marshall grand.
- Whose soft tread now enters the Wood,
Bringing grace and light to the Green?
Dragon's barb o'er her shoulder;
Lady fair and archer keen.
- What noble soul now graces the Wood;
Sky and snow on Pelican wing?
Crossbow borne in Caution's name;
Loose is called and quarrels sing.
- Whose light shines now within the Green;
Wingbeat heard in bowstring's song?
Kindness guides a martial eye;
Bow and spirit guarding long.