All on a frosty dawning the hare is on the hill, 
the robin sings from the old oak tree, 
all on Midwinter's morn. 
Now we too raise our voices, 
all in a circle sing for love, 
for love, for tender love 
across the hill and vale. 

All on a rainy noon-tide the seal is in the bay, 
the little wren sings from the hawthorn tree, 
all on Midwinter's day. 
Now we too raise our voices, 
all in a circle sing for peace, 
for peace, for gentle peace 
across the deep sea. 

All on a snowy evening the fox is in the wood, 
the tawny owl calls from the alder tree, 
all on Midwinter's eve. 
Now we too raise our voices, 
all in a circle sing 
for calm, for calm, for soothing calm 
across the woody heath. 

All on a clear-skied midnight the child is watching on, 
the quiet dove sits in the holly tree 
all on Midwinter's night. 
Now we too join in silence, 
all in a circle stand 
for hope, for hope, for brightest hope 
across the sea and land. 

Now we too raise our voices, 
all in a circle sing 
for joy, for, joy, for nature's joy 
across the land and sea.