We are blue and not red. 
We sing of times a’ringing.
Of the living and the dead.
Of the death of the Fairy King.

We are blue and not red.
We ring of times a’singing.
Of the Fairy King’s death.
Behold the coming of May!

We sing from blood so red
the song of Summer’s kingdom.
The Fairy Queen in bloom.
The King of Annwn in His tomb.

We sing from skies so blue
the song of Annwn’s sorrows.
Our king is dead so summer comes
yet He’ll be back tomorrow.