long ago, the story goes
the sun and moon were much in love
and met each dawn to share a kiss
as they passed on the horizon
long ago, the story goes
the sun and moon were lovers, brothers
lords of separate, parallel realms
one of darkness and one of light

in the dark of wintertime
we sing to the moon
we sing to the moon
in the harsh heat of summer
we sing to the sun
we sing to the sun

long ago, the story goes
they met one morn’ to share their kiss
yet instead the moon drew out his blade
and ran his brother through without a word
long ago, the story goes
the sun thus gave his final breath
there in the arms of traitorous love
and dying, yet spake forgiveness

in the dark of wintertime
we sing to the moon
we sing to the moon
in the harsh heat of summer
we sing to the sun
we sing to the sun

long ago, the story goes
the moon in mourning called down winter
’til all the land was dark and bleak
a time of grief and lamentation
long ago, the story goes
the moon swore penance, swore his life
and sealed the sacrifice with a kiss
the kiss yet owed his beloved

in the dark of wintertime
we sing to the moon
we sing to the moon
in the harsh heat of summer
we sing to the sun
we sing to the sun

long ago, the story goes
the sun arose, no mark upon him
returning summer to the land
banishing the dark of winter
long ago, the story goes
the sun then drew his shining blade
and ran his lover-killer through
though tears like gold streamed down his face

in the dark of wintertime
we sing to the moon
we sing to the moon
in the harsh heat of summer
we sing to the sun
we sing to the sun

and so today, the story goes
we celebrate the moon’s betrayal
his bringing of the longest night
and honor the winter solstice
and so today, the story goes
we celebrate the sun’s resurrection
and honor the summer solstice

in the dark of wintertime
we sing to the moon
we sing to the moon
in the harsh heat of summer
we sing to the sun
we sing to the sun

in the dark of wintertime
we sing to the moon
in the harsh heat of summer
we sing to the sun