Solstice Carol

The old carol “A Soalin” changed to more of a pagan mindset.
Lyrics by Catt Kingsgrave, recorded by Ravens

Heigh Ho, Fire’s glow;
West and South and North do know
In the East he rises
Heigh Ho, Fire’s glow

The night is endless long now, the snow lay all around
The pregnant moon sails brightly above the bitter ground
And on the ground we circle, our fires blazing high
Tonight we meet to raise the Sun Child to the sky

A sol, a sol, a Solstice, please you Sirs, a Solstice
Deep the night and far the dawn
Join our circle, call Him on
One for summer’s dreaming thrall, 
One for winter, dance we all.

(Heigh Ho round X2)

Come soft now, Maiden Mother, our dance is for your son
And for the turning season and life anew begun
In summer well you loved him, and served him death in fall
Your lover is the Sun now, dance we dance we all

A sol, a sol, a Solstice, please you Sirs, a Solstice
Gone the night, the day is nigh
Join our circle, raise him high
One for summer’s dreaming thrall, 
One for winter, dance we all

(Heigh Ho round x3)

Go merry met, my gentle friends, let nothing you dismay
The bright Son of our Lady comes birthing with the day
To free us all from winter’s grasp and mind us all of may
Oh tidings of comfort and joy…

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The Christians and the Pagans

by Dar Williams

Mortal City ℗ 1996

Dar Williams Records

Released on: 1996-01-23

LYRICS

Amber called her uncle, said “We’re up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay.”
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, “It’s Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,”
She said, “Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile,”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, “Is it true that you’re a witch?”
His mom jumped up and said, “The pies are burning,” and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, “It’s true, your cousin’s not a Christian,”
“But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic’s in the learning,
‘Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, “Really, no, don’t bother.”
Amber’s uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn’t spoken in a year,
He thought he’d call him up and say, “It’s Christmas and your daughter’s here.”
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve,
saying, “Can I be a Pagan?” Dad said, “We’ll discuss it when they leave.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old,
and Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.

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