Oh Little Grove Beneath the Moon

Oh, little grove beneath the Moon
How still we see thee life.
Above thy bones and standing stones
The silent stars go by.

And in thy Circle shineth
The everlasting light.
Thou art imbued with life renewed
On this, the Solstice night.

Oh, little grove beneath the Moon
We gather at thy heart.
The Circle cast shall ever last
Although we soon depart.

And in thy holy Circle
Shall shine the God's own light
We are reborn no more to mourn
On this, the Solstice night.

Oh, little grove beneath the Moon
Wherever you may lie
In nature's halls or bound by walls
They purpose is still high.

For from thy quarters shineth
Our life's most sacred light.
Thy Circle's call embraces all
On this, the Solstice night.