Listen to the breeze, can you hear the drums are talking?
Talking in the dead of night, rhythm in the darkness
Hushed feet kissed by buttercup yellow stars
The air is rich with the foreign scents of intoxicant
Shadowy figures shrouding ancient stones
They are the annual playground for these Earth’s children

Let the children dance their joy in the cover of the night
Drawn together here by the promise of the new sunrise
They come in peace though they bring it not
Their drums and pipes and flutes and strings will see to that
Their voices are borne on night winds to the ancient spirits
Let the children dance, let them dance for the new sunrise

Fifteen score dancing in the cradle of the stones
Here in mountain hold in the shadow filled land
High above scudding clouds kiss the final stars goodbye
As the giant orb of Lugh returns from his shortest sojourn
Sets the upper air aglow, flying streamers, pennants of the new day
Dyed pink by rising force that gives life unto the land

Listen to the breeze, can you hear the drums have ceased their talking?
The wind sighs over ancient stones as it has the past millennia
But far older still is the scene to be enacted now
No drums or dancing can steal the show from the world weaver
The moment is upon us when we will see the new day born
No dancing now, no song only breath on the wind as the children stare

Dark is the mountain, darkness against the dawn
Surrounding mountain tops bathed in early golden new day’s light
Watch expectant the new sun sparks and flashes along Blencathra’s back
Last shadow bastion against the sun defeated and soaked in sunshine
The East light Shining in the North on the one day in the year
And the children’s dance is restarted, they drum and play to welcome the sun