TURNING OF THE YEAR

 For the longest night, the stars are all alight

And the cold winds cease their blowing.

The earth beneath, seems to take a breath,

And the clouds return a-snowing.

Although we know there's winter yet to go

Before spring buds appear.

We watch the light grow, from this dark night

And gather here for the turning of the year.

We scatter seeds for birds beneath the trees

And hang a wreath on our door.

By the yule log fire we strike up a choir

As folks have done before.

Although we know there's winter yet to go

Before spring buds appear.

We watch the light grow, from this dark night

And gather here for the turning of the year.