Unmask yourself O Artist surprisingly familiar is your face , let the many-coloured worlds which you create paint for all a hopeful place. Anno Druidi Rise new year and the Holly gone, facing East to greet the rising Sun. Nourish Imbolc's child with milk of ewes, giving birth to mysteries anew. Bearing Karma equinox of Spring, on the Witch's Hill a gathering will sing. Festival of Fire to cleanse the Soul, clockwise dance around the old Maypole.
New year risen swiftly to it's height, midsummer madness charges up the night.
Gathering, the harvest moon to view. Siring fate for shepherds and their flocks, speeding Sun of Autumn equinox. Daughter Moon commemorates the dead, a myriad of stars embalmed with silver thread. Rise new year and the Holly gone. Facing East, release the setting Sun.