a noite de san xohán

[fledgist]

we come to celebrate the turning year
as revellers who dance now down the hill
we drink the water of the sacred rill

the trees we know will flower forth and bear
fruit for the delectation of both jack and jill
we come to celebrate the turning year

this solstice now of all nights is most dear
the river in the distance turns the mill
and we rejoice that we're all living still
we come to celebrate the turning year