Oh regal Queen of Heaven, Who crowns the wintery night. Upon our fields
and forests Send down Thy silvery light. For here Thy people gather Within
their circled ring To welcome back their Lord of Light, The newborn Solstice
King.
Oh radient Child of Heaven Thy face ablaze with light, With Thine
own shining glory Night's shadows put to flight. Armed with the sacred fire He
conquers Winter's reign, And with his Lady by his side, Brings Summer back
again.
Our King that's born in winter When darkest lies the night, Behold
the hills of morning Crowned with his radiant light. So gather now ye Wiccans To
usher in his rule. Your voices ring, his praises sing Around the fires of Yule