Our Lady Greensleeves I

Tune:  Greensleeves

(What Child Is This)

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Midwinter moon is shining bright

The yuletide log is burning.

The people gather 'round tonight

The Sabbat wheel is turning.

Joy! Mirth! The Sun's rebirth!

Now as of old we greet Thee.

Gladdening 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 roped in snow

Her wintry garb deceives, for

Bedipped with holly and mistletoe

She is still Our Lady Greensleeves.

So drink ye wassail everyone

Good Pagans all made merry

With wine as red as the reborn Sun,

As red as holly-berry.

Dancing, come join the ring,

As Her Yuletide spell she weaves.

Fair Queen, the evergreen,

Sweet lovely Lady Greensleeves.