The sun's in the South, the days lengthen fast, Soon we shall sing of the winter that's past;
But now light the candles, rejoice as they burn, And dance our dance of the sun's return. (Traditional Celtic verse)
The sun's in the South, the days lengthen fast, Soon we shall sing of the winter that's past;
But now light the candles, rejoice as they burn, And dance our dance of the sun's return. (Traditional Celtic verse)