Wicker Man

When the dying western sun dips low

And the raincloud rises in the east

Between the lines of truth and the words of faith

Lie the fiery duties of the priest

Stir the blood of ancient things

Drawing down the moon

From the hill of Tarna see the Beltane fires

And the silent Celtic kings await

From the midnight hour to the light of dawn

Feel the mountain tremble and your heart will shake

Stir the memories of the stones

We are drawing down the moon

In the circle of the old ways

Of the wicker man

Wicker man, wicker man

From the beacon hill

Cast your fire on this land

Wicker man, wicker man

From the beacon hill

Throw your ashes on our hands

Let the pendulum go

Let it sway away

Let the chimes ring out

On this solstice day

When the earth renews

When the seed reveals

When we are reborn

Every waking dream

When the earth renews itself

When the seed reveals itself

When the earth renews itself

When the seed reveals itself

When we are reborn

In every waking dream

Every tree and leaf

Every frozen stream

When the earth renews itself

When the seed reveals itself

When we are reborn

In every waking dream

Every tree and leaf

Every frozen stream

When the earth renews itself

When the seed reveals itself