On a green hillside we gather together
It's Midsummer's Day, how perfect the weather!
The sun shines above all bright and gold,
soon there will be stories told.
Arthur, Guenevere, Lancelot, Kay
their tales remembered again today
More stories and songs we will tell,
the bards of old knew them all well
throughout the night these vigils we keep
till the fires die we will not sleep
As Midsummer's Day comes to an end,
let what has passed find us all friends.