Wheel of the Year

The Wheel turns, through dark and light Ancient stars above us bright Earth below and sky above Bound together, woven in love We dance the circle, hand in hand Blessing sea and air and land Through every season from Yule to Samhain The Sacred Wheel remains the same Round and round the seasons flow Through the frost and through the glow Earth and Sky, Moon and Sun The endless cycle carries on The Wheel turns, forever strong Eight sacred gates where we belong From birth to death to birth again We honour the old and ancient ways The Wheel turns, beneath the sky As moon and sun are passing by We sing the song the elders knew The Wheel of the Year, forever true At Yule, we welcome back the light The Sun reborn on longest night Candles glowing and spirits near Blessing the turning of the year At Imbolc, Brigid's fire burns bright Awakening earth from winter's bite Snowdrops rising through the cold Promises waiting to unfold At Ostara, day and night are one Green shoots dancing in the sun Hare and egg and budding tree Life returns in harmony The Wheel turns, forever strong Eight sacred gates where we belong From birth to death to birth again We honour the old and ancient ways The Wheel turns, beneath the sky As moon and sun are passing by We sing the song the elders knew The Wheel of the Year, forever true At Beltane, wild bonfires leap high Passion blazing toward the sky Flowers woven in our hair Love and magick everywhere At Litha, beneath the sun's great crown Golden light comes pouring down Fields are growing and spirits rise Summer shining in our eyes Circle turning, never still Guided by the ancient will Moon and sun and earth and sea Forever bound in mystery At Lammas, first harvest comes Bread is baked and sacred drums Giving thanks for gifts we've grown Blessings gathered, seeds now sown At Mabon, balance fills the air Harvest moon and grateful prayer Day and night in equal grace Autumn paints the land's embrace At Samhain, the veil grows thin at last Honouring those who have gently passed Ancestors walk by candle flames We speak their stories and call their names The Wheel turns forever strong Eight sacred gates where we belong Yule, Imbolc, Ostara's dawn Beltane fires and Litha's song Lammas fields, Mabon skies Samhain whispers where wisdom lies The Wheel turns, our vision is clear Blessed be the sacred year Round and round the Wheel keeps spinning Without an end, without a beginning Through every age and every sphere Blessed be the Wheel of the Year Blessed be the Wheel of the Year