Weary hunter who has bled

Join those souls in the turning

A new cycle has come to pass

Round the crone in morning

On winters longest night

The mother births her child

A log is burned for joyous life

While we rest from our toils

Coldest time of the year

The fiery forge is burning

Life or death is a single toss

While divine Brigit's skills are sought

The fading night of cycles past

Changes to a brightening day

Queen of May and man of green

Sow the earth and plant our grain

Their union shows upon the earth

Let life flourish again

Mother and earth both ripen with life

The harvest begins once more

Day now sets into the night

A time of balance has come

God and green both fade

Awaiting their death in the night

The horned lord mounts his steed

The crone waits by the forest edge

A curved horn rises to his lips

Sounding the hunt begin again

So the wheel turns