Pagan Holiday - The Real McKenzies

Now get the torches burnin'

'Cos the season is returnin'

We’ll breathe the air of a thousand years

In the fog and the moon and the wind and the rain

It’s a pagan holiday

It’s a pagan holiday

It’s a pagan holiday

Well I see you wear a pentagram

We’ll put you on a family plan

We’re gonna take you to the standin' stones

And burn you in the wicker man

The trinities are gettin' 'round

But you can’t keep a good pagan down

Ye better mind yer teeth and treat them nice

Or you might wind up a sacrifice