The great wheel makes no sound As it turns the seasons round When snow begins to fall It's Yuletide in the halls When the frost begins to bite There's warmth and candlelight A time for song and cheer The feast of Yule is here The voice of the wind Trees bare and thin Sun brings no heat Fields shorn of wheat But our fires keep burning Their flames will invoke The old King of Holly The young King of Oak And the goddess she watches from the smoke Mistletoe and vines Evergreen the pines Ivy and yew Make the year renew And our fires keep burning Their flames will invoke The old King of Holly The young King of Oak And the goddess she watches from the smoke Wreaths on the doors Rushes on the floors Music pure and clear Yuletide is here And our fires keep burning Their flames will invoke The old King of Holly The young King of Oak And the goddess she watches from the smoke Days of the embers, days long ago Days of the embers, fire and snow