We come to sing the turning of the light
Strike the fires, make us warm
Call out the turning of the light
It all began in chilled dimmings of the light
The empty darkness for empty bellies
The snow and deadness in the night.
We were dreary in the darkness of our doubt
We were tear-filled and fearful
Then we conjured up the light
We needed the turning of the light.
Yes, we come to sing the turning of the light
Strike the fires, make us warm
Call out the turning of the light
Come all, make noise and wake the sun
Ring bells, bang pans, crash cymbals in the night
Make the sun wake and bring us hope again
We need the turning of the light
Children grab your friend and run
And dance and play and gather round
Hug your parents, hug your friends
Make us glad to see
The sun return and mount the sky
And so to show the sun’s gift of hope
Let’s all share gifts and cheer
To see this hope and sing with lusty glee
Yes we need the turning of the light
Strike the glory fires, make us warm
Shout out the burning of the light.
Sing the turning of the light
Shout out the burning of the light.
