Golden Sickle Sunrise

Like ghosts in the darkness
Walk in single file
To the sacred oak-tree, in the stone guarded aisle
Gather the mistletoe, before it hits the ground
To bring in good luck
The whole new year round

Golden sickle sunrise, golden sickle dawn
Year after Year on cold solstice morn


Mother Frigga dry your tears of white mistletoe
Your summer son will rise to end your pain and woe
Fire, Water, Earth, Air, remember your vow
Bless all those who meet beneath the golden bough

Golden sickle sunrise, golden sickle dawn
Year after Year on cold solstice morn