Midwinter moon is shining bright
The Yuletide log is burning
Good people, gather round tonight
The Sabbat Wheel is turning
Joy! Mirth! The Suns Rebirth!
Now as of old we greet Thee
Gladdning is the song we sing
Of praises to the Lady
Twas at the feast of bright Beltane
When we all were a-Maying
Sweet Minstrel Queen in Her gown of green
Spring roundelay was playing
And though now robed in snow
Her wintry garb deceives, for
Bedecked with holly and mistletoe
She is still Our Lady Greensleeves
So drink ye wassail, everyone
Good Pagans all, make merry
With wine as red as the reborn Sun
As red as holly berry
Dance, sing, come join the ring
As Her Yuletide spell She weaves
Fair Queen, the Evergreen
Sweet lovely Lady Greensleeves