Here we come a-wassailing
From up above the hall
We still will snide and pry
Though you think we’ve seen it all
Love and thorns, come to you, and to all your lovers too,
And we’ll stress you and spin around your stone fountain
And we’ll bless your old stony face anew.
Here we come a-stumbling
From up above the trees
We still will howl and bray
As we run from all the bees
Love and thorns, come to you, and to all your branches too,
And we’ll bend you and swing from your low-slung bough
And we’ll send you some bright sunshine too.
Here we come a-twittering
From up above the clouds
We still will swift and spin
And we’ll bring you your shroud
Love and thorns, come to you, and to all your bearers too,
And we’ll lay down our flowers at your sweet head, too,
And we’ll pray down your sin and sorrow, too.