Sun did rise from his bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes
Eyes that watch over the waking world that lift their sleepy heads
Heads that raise to look at the skies and see the growing light
Light beaming down in a brilliant blaze that warms the coldest hearts
Hearts beat quicker as bodies move in spirals they dance and weave
Weave magick in springtime and sing songs of love that never ends
Ends the day and night does come and once more to bed for the sun.