When the dying western sun dips low   And the raincloud rises in the east   Between the lines of truth and the words of faith   Lie the fiery duties of the be priest      Stir the blood of ancient things   Drawing down the moon      From the hill of Tarna see the beltane fires   And the silent Celtic kings await   From the midnight hour to the light of dawn   Feel the mountain tremble and your heart will shake      Stir the memories of the stones   We are drawing down the moon   In the circle of the old ways   Of the wicker man...      Wicker man, wicker man   From the beacon hill,   cast your fire on this land   Wicker man, wicker man   From the beacon hill,   throw your ashes in our hands      Let the pendulum go   Let it sway away   Let the chimes ring out   On this solstice day      When the earth renews   When the seed reveals   When we are reborn   Every waking dream      When the earth renews itself   When the seed reveals itself   [x2]      When we are reborn   In every waking dream   Every tree and leaf   Every frozen stream      Wicker man   When the earth renews itself   Wicker man   When the seed reveals itself   Wicker man   When we are reborn   Wicker man   In every waking dream   Wicker man   Every tree and leaf   Wicker man   Every frozen stream   [x2]