Gather brawn chairs of hazel

Oak Ash and Thor

Tie them with a green willow

Blessed by a crown of horns

The cornhead lays before us

Falls down to the side

Weave him with thanksgiving

Place the corndawl inside

Give thanks to her mother

And the green man of the spring

Thank the goddess of harvest

Thanks to the fallen king

The three men from the west

Their fortunes for to try

And they did all agree

John balley corn must

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are guardian of our land

Take our prayers oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of our land

Take our prayers oh wickerman

What starts with the smallest embers

Is fed like blood through veins

Kissed with a flaming arrow

Arroused into towering flame

Give our prayers of thanksgiving

To life and john balley corn

Death is a new beginning

Whats dies shall be reborn

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of the land

Take our prayers oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of the land

Take our prayers oh wickerman

Can you hear the chanting

To the sound of pagan drums

Hear our voices singing

The sacrafice begun

The flames they will devour him

See him bow his head

Then we will jump the fires burning

The wickerman is dead

And we shall have our bread

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of our land

Take our prayers wickerman

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of our land

Take our prayers wickerman

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of our land

Take our prayers wickerman

Oh wickerman

Oh wickerman

Like a mighty god you stand

You are gaurdian of our land

Take our prayers oh wickerman



The wickerman!

The old gods!