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The Light has been reborn Upon this happy morn. Sing O sing in jubilee. Oh, oh, Io Io Evohee! Sing O sing glad tidings. The round of life is new begun: Mother - Father - Daughter. Mother - Father - Son. |

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The holly and the ivy, In the forest side by side, As the Lady and the Horned One Together shall abide.
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Our Lady is the Goddess CHORUS |
The moon is riding high, Tis the winter of the year. But beside the blazing fire Is warm comfort and good cheer. CHORUS
Tonight is cold and dark CHORUS
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Good morrow, happy paganfolk, On this great day of Yule. And may ye brightly celebrate And sing and dance and fool. And deeply drain the wine of life From Heaven's glistening pool.
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The good and gracious Lady, CHORUS |
The great and mighty Horned One Whose trident some do see, Destroys and builds the world anew From Birth and Death and Thee! He leads us through illusion To the everliving tree. CHORUS
Now may the GODS and GODDESSES CHORUS
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(Get out your Harry Belafonte records and study 
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Day-o, Day-o, Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Day, misa day, misa day, misa day-o. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
Tonight we dance till the morning come.
Day, misa day-o, |
The Lady has given birth to her son. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. When he grow up they gonna have some fun. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. The season wheel it will forever turn. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. As the fire within, it will ever burn. Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Now is the darkest season of the year but, Daylight come and the Sun is reborn. Now is the darkest season of the year but, Daylight come and the Sun is reborn.
Day, misa day-o,
Now is the darkest season of the year but.
Day-o, Day-o, |
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CHORUS: Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green, Here we come a-wandering so fairly to be seen. Now is winter time and strangers travel far and near, And we wish you, send you a happy New Year.
Bud and blossom, bud and blossom, bud and bloom and bear, CHORUS
Down here in the muddy lane there sits an old grey fox, CHORUS
I have a little purse and its made of leather skin, CHORUS
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