Noon Of The Solstice

In times long past

Lived a man of green,

And his footsteps brought life wherever he'd been.

In the deepest wildwood

Was the place he was seen,

And the people did love

And protect him.

And they saw his face change,

With the turn of the wheel

Of the seasons,

They heard his voice sing.

I'm the horned god,

I'm the face in the trees,

I'm the breath of the wind that rustles the leaves,

I'm the green man

In the wildwood I roam,

Cernunnos, I'm pan and I'm herne.

I shall be as the dark holly king,

Darkness and cold

In my cloak I will bring,

And on winter's nights

To me you will sing,

Till the air around me starts changing,

And on the noon of the solstice

I'll give up my crown,

To the light

And the mighty oak king.

All summer long

I shall rule just and fair,

Bring your crops to fruit

With the light that I share,

With fire and water,

From earth into air,

But the wheel it keeps

Steadily turning.

And on the noon of the solstice

I'll give up my crown,

To the cold and the dark holly king.

T'is now modern times

And the summer is here,

The winter has gone

And the air it is clear,

On a fine day I walked

Through a woods I live near,

When a battle I spied

Through a clearing,

Two giants of leaves,

One light and one dark,

Even now the wheel it is turning!