I've been a 'wandering all of the night
And the best part of the day
Now I'm returning home again
I'll bring you a branch of May

A branch of May my love I say
As at your door I stand
It's nothing but a sprout but it's well budded out
By the work of the Lord's own hand.
My song is done, I must be gone
I can no longer stay
God bless you all, both great and small
And bring you a happy May
an old English and Appalachian folk song.
Note:These are past celebrations of children in Montague, Michigan from 1987-1999, celebrating the May.Some of these children continued this dancing and singing with me and went on tours to Denmark, Canada, Great Britain.These beginning celebrations were in the courtyard of a local church, and at the county fairgrounds.The song is one which we always ended our celebrations with.
I wish you a Happy May,a Merry May, and a Joyful May!


Comments: 19
I loved the pictures,I loved the song!
I would the pick choice flowers from the garden and lay them across the basket as it was too small for the stems. Quietly giggling I would then silently leaving them on the doorsteps of my neighborhood friends. Lastly, a quick doorbell ring and hiding before they answered the door. What fun to see their joy at the anonymous Springtime message.
I was so touched when two little girls did that for me this year. Pretty flowers with no stems. Just right for floating in a bowl. I will miss them when they move.
Jennifer you could lead it. Up with your branches!
Anita, oh yes, I do remember the baskets of May, hung on the doorknobs and a quick ring of the doorbell. I tried to get my kids to do that a few times. At college in my dorm, the senior girls did that to all the other girls in the house.
Happy May Day to you Carol!