Crowned By The Light Of The Sun

What say you of harvest?

And what say you now of blood?

What say you, on this, the longest day?

What say you, king of the wood?

Crowned by the light of the sun!

The light of the sun!

Crowned by the light of the sun!

The light of the sun!

Crowned by the light of the sun!

What say you, bold yearling?

Born to wear it as you should

What say you, another cup full?

What say you, king of the wood?

Crowned by the light of the sun!

The light of the sun!

Crowned by the light of the sun!

The light of the sun!