Yule song

All pagan folk come to sing
For the rebirth of the sun
To the sun, its merits bring
like the birth of a Godly son 

We'll light our torches bright
Beat our drums within the chill
Pushing back the winter night
Beat our drums in winters still

In the valley of the cold
Sing to Crones and winter kings
We'll sing songs of the legends old
and of ancestors, we will sing

We will wake the sleeping sun
With our songs and torches high
For it will soon be now spring
And good harvest it will bring

So all the pagan folks
Hope that winter will not last
We will rejoice in the new sun
Will sing songs of season past