THE HOLLY AND THE IVY IV

(Peter Soderberg) (Circle Network News, Winter 1981)

The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown,
of all the trees that are in the woods
the holly bears the crown

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

O, the Ivy is a Maiden, the Holly is her love,
As they entwine at Yuletide, the Lady smiles above.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

The holly blooms in glory when solstice-day is near.
We burn the Yule log to make the new-born Sun appear.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

'Tis at Yule when the Mother gives birth to coming Spring;
In the midst of winter-cold; the new-born Sun, the holly king.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

Throughout the land She wanders with the new day-lit god,
And in the spring, sweet love is made where'er Her foot has trod.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

She is in all our doings, in all we love and fear
How wondrous the ways in which our Lady does appear!

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

Praise the Queen of Air and Darkness, of Fire and Water
 All poetry's our Lady's art, all music sings to Her.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

All in the holy circle, hand to hand, we pass the blade
to invoke the Lady's power, unsheathed by the Ivy Maid.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

Now blessed be the Earth at rest beneath our feet
As we have hope of rest one day, our Lady for to greet.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.

Out of darkness shall come dawning, out of winter shall come spring,
Out of the toil of striving comes the peace our Lady brings.

Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
The playing, the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer
The days are short, the night is long--the Wheel of the Year.







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