What Night is This

What night is this so long and drear,
when all good folk would gather near,
to light their pyres, the Solstice fires,
and tend the blaze till morning.
All, all of nature sing
as the days grow long,
so comes the Spring.
Hail, hail the Lord, the Sun,
the babe of our blessed Lady.
So build the fires so strong and high,
the wind will be His lullaby,
returning King, of thee we sing,
watching the Yule log burning.
All, all of nature sing,
as the days grow long , so comes the Spring.
hail, hail the Lord, the Sun,
the babe of our blessed Lady.
What night is this so long and drear,
When all good folk would gather near ,
to light their pyres, the Solstice fires,
and tend the blaze till morning.