| With solstice here we’ll celebrate
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| This sacred time and have much cheer
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| We will bring warmth, we will bring light
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| Into the darkest time of year
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| The mistletoe will be cut down
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| With sickle from the sacred tree
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| A kiss I’ll give to you my love
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| A pledge of friendship made to thee
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| For greater than the will of man
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| Or want of that which can be done
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| It falls and shines on where we stand
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| Beneath the great unconquered sun
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| For this is now our turning point
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| The shortest day, the longest night
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| We’ll look unto the months to come
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| When the sun will grow both strong and bright
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| A vessel crown all decked with green
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| That tells of winter’s tales and mirth
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| Will bring great gladness and much joy
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| To all who walk upon this earth
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| And greater than the will of man
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| Or want of that which can be done
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| It falls and shines on where we stand
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| Beneath the great unconquered sun
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| The servants and the lords alike
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| And masters they will feast with slaves
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| And give them freedom they desire
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| Set thief and scoundrel free this day
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| With candles, dolls and gifts of fruits
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| And blackened faces through the street
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| We’ll praise good fortune, raise our cups
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| And drink a toast to king and queen
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| Far greater than the will of man
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| Or want of that which can be done
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| It falls and shines on where we stand
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| Beneath the great unconquered sun
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| We’ll burn the lamps toward away
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| The spirits in the halls of those
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| Whose houses all be decked with boughs
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| Where evergreen and laurel grows
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| The earth’s white crust where it lay down
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| Does bow the oaken branch to fall
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| 'Tis solstice now, account ye sins
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| Repent ye beggars one and all
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| For greater than the will of man
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| Or want of that which can be done
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| It falls and shines on where we stand
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| Beneath the great unconquered sun
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| For greater than the will of man
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| Or want of that which can be done
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| It falls and shines on where we stand
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| Beneath the great unconquered sun
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| It falls and shines on where we stand
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| Beneath the great unconquered sun |