Gather branches of hazel
Oak and ash and thorn
Tie them with a green willow
Blessed by a crown of horn
The corn headless before us
Falls down to the scythe
Weave him with thanksgiving
Place the corn doll inside
Give thanks to our 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 barleycorn must die
Wicker man, oh wicker man
Like a mighty God you stand
You are guardian of our land
Take our prayers oh wicker man
Wicker man, oh wicker man
Like a mighty God you stand
You are guardian of our land
Take our prayers oh wicker man
What starts with the smallest ember
Is fed like blood through veins
Kissed by a flaming arrow
Aroused into towering flames
Give our prayers of thanksgiving
To life and john barleycorn
Death is a new beginning
What dies shall be reborn
Can you hear the chanting
To the sound of pagan drums
Hear our voices singing
The sacrifice begun
The flames they will devour him
See him bow his head
Then we’ll jump the fires burning
The wicker man is dead
And we shall have our bread
Fire the arrow
Let him burn!
Burn him, burn him
Burn him, burn him
Burn him, burn him
Burn him, burn!
