Letras
The great wheel makes no sound
As it turns the seasons round
When snow begins to fall
It's Yuletide in the halls
When the frost begins to bite
There's warmth and candlelight
A time for song and cheer
The feast of Yule is here
The voice of the wind
Trees bare and thin
Sun brings no heat
Fields shorn of wheat
But our fires keep burning
Their flames will invoke
The old King of Holly
The young King of Oak
And the goddess she watches from the smoke
Mistletoe and vines
Evergreen the pines
Ivy and yew
Make the year renew
And our fires keep burning
Their flames will invoke
The old King of Holly
The young King of Oak
And the goddess she watches from the smoke
Wreaths on the doors
Rushes on the floors
Music pure and clear
Yuletide is here
And our fires keep burning
Their flames will invoke
The old King of Holly
The young King of Oak
And the goddess she watches from the smoke
Days of the embers, days long ago
Days of the embers, fire and snow