The Holly King

Sing we of a mystery, now as long ago....
Blood red holly berry, blood upon on the snow.
Oak king shall rise, the waxing year to bring.
Therefore bid we farewell to the Holly king.
 
Now in deep midwinter all seems in a trance.
Comes the golden Oak King in his age-old dance.
Comes he to slay, yet honor he does he bring
To his fallen brother the darksome Holly King.
 
In the bright midsummer the year wheel's turned around,
Then shall be the Oak King's blood upon the ground.
Ever it comes, once more the year's waning,
Then shall be victorious the Darksome Holly King.
 
Sing we of the Mystery now as long ago....
Blood-red holly berry, blood upon on the snow.
Oak king shall rise, the waxing year to bring.
Therefore bid we farewell to the Holly King.




Appropriate for Yule.