As the Beltane sunrise comes around;
and through leaf and bud new life abound.
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun;
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun;
the God and Goddess again are one.
The Queen of May, and the Wildwood King;
The Queen of May, and the Wildwood King;
joined together as spring birds sing.
Timeless vows, are again renewed;
and throughout the land new life imbued.
As flowers bloom across our land;
As flowers bloom across our land;
we'll take our lovers by the hand.
We'll lead them to our secret places;
We'll lead them to our secret places;
and there, rejoice in loves embraces.
Whilst high on the hills, Bel fires burn bright;
in the joys of nature, we'll all delight.
Whilst high on the hills, Bel fires burn bright;
in the joys of nature, we'll all delight.
Whatever your path, whatever your tradition;
in the coming season, may your dreams see fruition.
Beltane blessings y'all.
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