Song Description

A fun, sprightly medieval song ushering in Father Winter.

Lyrics

FATHER WINTER

Oh, hark ye, hark ye, hark ye, all;
Old Father Winter has come to call.
By his chill air, all of Nature now knows
this is the time for some quiet repose.
We bid you good welcome, great Lord of the North,
and beckon you forward to join us henceforth -
along with the many fine Consorts of Cold,
your Snow Queen and Frost-Faerie friends of old.

Oh, hark ye, hark ye, hark ye, all;
see how he stands here so upright and tall.
Older than time, with a beard snowy-white,
Winter's a very impressive, stern sight.
He's dressed in fine robes and he lives in a tow'r,
and wields a tall staff that has magical pow'r;
thus creatures all over had best be aware -
for Wintertime cold, they had better prepare.

Oh, hark ye, hark ye, hark ye, all;
Proud FatherWinter must follow chill Fall.
Deep in enchanted old forests, he dwells,
feared and revered all because of his spells.
His breath can caress and can gently blow cool,
or whip up a storm that is biting and cruel -
yet none should bemoan Father Winter's harsh way,
for Wintertime also brings Christmas Day.

Chorus:
Make ready, make ready, one and all,
For someone special has come to call -
It's Father Winter, Father Winter, Father Winter!