What say you of harvest
And what say you now of blood
What say you, on this, the longest day
What say you, king of the wood
Crowned by the light of the sun
The light of the sun
Crowned by the light of the sun
The light of the sun
Crowned by the light of the sun
What say you, bold yearling
Born to wear it as you should
What say you, another cup full
What say you, king of the wood
Crowned by the light of the sun
The light of the sun
Crowned by the light of the sun
The light of the sun