Corn King, come and dance
Over fields and meadows and heaths.
Beckon to Sun and call on yourself,
Crowned with the harvest
And sacred to Earth.
Lead us in the eternal circle
To honour Our Mother
Who gives and receives.
With steady step through golden autumn
Set yourself free.
Turn one last time
And sing us your song,
Echoing far through open fields,
Before your steps turn to Our Mother
And your light to darkness yields.
© jsmorgane