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On a Winter Solstice

(Dawn Isbell Wilson)

This song honors the hush and depth of the longest night. The Winter Solstice marks a turning point—a time to gather close, light candles against the dark, and listen for ancestral whispers beneath the snow. It’s a ritual of endurance and quiet hope, a celebration of the light’s slow return.

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Verse
As frost thickens on window glass
The longest night has come to pass
The trees stand bare yet we still dream
Of flowers growing by a stream

Chorus
Another year around the sun
We celebrate what we’ve become
Another turn another year
We cherish all who gather here

Verse
The longest night has come to pass
The snow is heavy on the grass
It’s cold outside yet we are warm
Waiting for the Spring reborn

Chorus
Another year around the sun
We celebrate what we’ve become
Another turn another year
We cherish all who gather here

Verse
Our hearts contain the ancient lore
Of all our kindred here before
We live, we love, we laugh out loud
As nature rests in silent shroud

Bridge
We’ll rejoice while candles burn
Waiting for the sun’s return
We wait for days that soon will bloom
In winter’s rest
We banish gloom

Chorus
Another year around the sun
We celebrate what we’ve become
Another turn another year
We cherish all who gather here

© Dawn Isbell Wilson 2025

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