When the dying western sun dips low
   And the raincloud rises in the east
   Between the lines of truth and the words of faith
   Lie the fiery duties of the be priest
  
   Stir the blood of ancient things
   Drawing down the moon
  
   From the hill of Tarna see the beltane fires
   And the silent Celtic kings await
   From the midnight hour to the light of dawn
   Feel the mountain tremble and your heart will shake
  
   Stir the memories of the stones
   We are drawing down the moon
   In the circle of the old ways
   Of the wicker man...
  
   Wicker man, wicker man
   From the beacon hill,
   cast your fire on this land
   Wicker man, wicker man
   From the beacon hill,
   throw your ashes in our hands
  
   Let the pendulum go
   Let it sway away
   Let the chimes ring out
   On this solstice day
  
   When the earth renews
   When the seed reveals
   When we are reborn
   Every waking dream
  
   When the earth renews itself
   When the seed reveals itself
   (x2)
  
   When we are reborn
   In every waking dream
   Every tree and leaf
   Every frozen stream
  
   Wicker man
   When the earth renews itself
   Wicker man
   When the seed reveals itself
   Wicker man
   When we are reborn
   Wicker man
   In every waking dream
   Wicker man
   Every tree and leaf
   Wicker man
   Every frozen stream
   (x2)