Gods Bless Ye Merry Paganfolk

Tune: God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

words adapted by Anie Burke-Webb

Gods bless ye merry, Paganfolk

Let nothing you afright

There's naught but peace will touch us here

On this the longest night

For our Great Mother will give birth

And turn the dark to light

Chorus:

And the Wheel's turning round and round

Round and round.

And the Wheel's turning round and round.

Into the west's fast dimming light

The Dark God must retreat

As all of life must come at last

To death the longest sleep

But our Great Mother then gives birth

The circle is complete

Chorus

At morning's first bright ray of light

Arrives the Sun Child's birth

Returning through the Mother's womb

Life promised to the Earth

Now that our Mother's labor's done

Rejoice with song and mirth