All Hail he comes
The Holly King he comes
He’s dressed all in green arrary
And the icy wind he shuns.
All Hail he comes
The Winter King he comes
He’s crowned in verdant splendour
And he’s seen a million suns.
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And he’ll sing and he’ll stand
‘Till his queen comes across the land
And the frost she’ll bring
To the Holly King.
When the sun sinks low
The summer king he knows
That winter’s grip is tightening
And it’s time for his overthrow.
And then winter wakes
Through hedge field and forest lakes
The birds in silent reverence
for his icy queen he waits.
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No sword, but staff
He walks his winter path
And surveys his land before him
In Summers aftermath.
And she appears with grace
She lifts her frozen face
In eternal, blissful harmony
It’s winter’s cold embrace.
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And he’ll sing and he’ll stand
Now his queen comes across the land
And the frost she’ll bring
To the Holly King
All Hail he comes
The Holly King he comes
Now nature she can rest a while
Now winter has begun.