Reborn, reborn, the Sun is reborn.
The great one has passed through the darkness.
Not yet fully awake but soon, very soon.
The dark wind blows from the north.
Can you hear the call?
It is the return of our Lord the Sun,
From the time of sleep.
The land is in, the grip of cold shadows.
Scatter not in mourning, the ash of the Yule log.
The God shall be with us, to witness a new dawn.
In time reborn, we shall bury the wren.
To celebrate with honour, the King’s new rising.
For Holly and Oak are united, one darkness in one light.
Yule is a time for joy, Make merry, dance and sing,
And Let us kiss, under the Golden Bough.
Let us rejoice, that the Sun is reborn.
Text © D.B. Griffith the Chattering Magpie