The rite of spring begins again,
gathered in the greenwood bright.
Round the spiral the lovers dance,
bathed within the fertile light.

The honey and the milk are shared,
and through the dance we cast a prayer.
Calling in the summers wind,
the rite of spring begins again.

Circle round the seasons round,
circle round the ribbons bound.
Binding tidings to the ground,
the circle of the seasons.

Circle round the seasons round,
circle round spiral bound.
Binding tidings to the ground,
the circle of the seasons.

The ritual of mornings fair,
the garlands that the mummers tie.
A flower circlet in her hair,
the earth makes love to the sky

And when the circle of day is done,
by fires bright the lovers meet.
Through the night the rite of spring
and at dawn a merry light to greet.

Circle round the seasons round,
circle round the ribbons bound.
Binding tidings to the ground,
the circle of the seasons.

Circle round the seasons round,
circle round spiral bound.
Binding tidings to the ground,
the circle of the seasons.

Reborn, reborn,
the barley and the corn.
Reborn, reborn,
the thistle and the thorn.
Reborn, reborn,
the suns golden dawn.
Reborn, reborn,
the crescents silver horn