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Yule Tidings

Best Pagan Yule music that I could find. The list starts with music of Winter Solstice, but the rest of the list is just great Pagan music of all kinds. Also there is spoken word from Dahm the Bard of the Yule and Creation stories. At the very bottom is spoken word history of how Xmas became what it is today in the english speaking countries by Mannheim Steamrollers Xmas Companion, . Know your history or be doomed to repeat it.

YuleTide Pagan Solstice Music (updated 11/23/25)

Beautiful Nightmare

Beautiful Nightmare (Harp)

Elizabeth Sutherland's debut EP "Forest Dreams" is a relaxing album of originals for Celtic Harp and Piano. It features Lynne Davine on vocals for two tracks, including Elizabeth's arrangement of the famous Scottish folk song "The Skye Boat Song".

Snowfall

Sons And Daughters (of Robin Hood)

Land, Sky and Sea
(Damh the Bard)

The ancient Celtic peoples seemed to have revered three elements instead of the usual four found in the Western Magical tradition – these being Land, Sky and Sea. I’m sure that fire would have featured somewhere because we know that they also revered the Sun. But here’s a song that speaks of the Wild Places, and my connection to them.

You are the rock, and you are the stone,
Rivers your blood, mountains your bone.
You are the Source, of all I’ll ever know,
Forever my Mother, forever my home.

(Chorus)
Oh this town is so cold,
Neon magicians they offer the fools their gold.
For there is a place I’d rather be,
In your wild places with the Land and the Sky and the Sea

Every step, follows those gone before,
Mystics and Saints, down to the shore,
Echoing waves, and the curlew’s cry,
A call out your name, and hear your reply.

Cynical thoughts, and lies that distort,
All that is true, all that is true,
They disappear, when I feel that you’re near,
When I’m with you, when I’m with you.

Land Sky And Sea from The Cauldron Born

Classical Ambient Acoustic Live Folk Contemporary Clarinet Flute Bass

Free the Ear Live at the Rathdowne 

Pandiatonic Piece 1999

Bad Guy

Classical Contemporary Folk Acoustic Wind Strings Good Vibes

On Account of the Noise Factor

Ambient Classical Dual Synchronised Biorhythmic Synthetic Dream

Biorhythms - 03-12-2021

Dual Biorhythms - Synthetic Dream 03-12-2021

01 Holly Lord

Cláirseach

In the beginning there was the Void.
And in that Void there was silence.
But there came upon the Void a Sacred Breath,
And thus the Void began to turn.
And in that turning a shape emerged,
Moving, turning, drawing in,
Edges of the Void began to form,
And as the edges formed they became like iron,
So the shape grew into that of the great Spinning Cauldron.
And the Cauldron held the Void within its heart.

As the Cauldron turned so it created the first sound,
A single note that filled the Void,
A voice singing in praise of its own creation,
A voice that called into the Void,
And that note became a word,
And the word was Don,
And Don became the earth, and rock, and stone,
And thus it was that land was formed.

Don sang her note of the Land,
But Don was lonely.
She was dark and barren,
So Don wept in her loneliness,
And her salt tears became the seas, rivers and oceans,
And so it was that the Cauldron sung its second note,
And harmony was born into the darkness,
As the note of Land, joined with the note of sea,
Llyr raised his head from the water,
Don felt his kiss upon her skin,
With every breaking wave.
And she smiled.

So the sea caressed the land,
Llyr’s touch upon her dark skin,
And Don sighed with pleasure,
As a third note was sung,
And the harmony became a song,
The breath of love,
Of Llyr and Don,
Of sea and land,
Created the sky,
And Beli Mawr opened his shining eye,
And there was light.

A Celtic Creation Story - Damh the Bard

The Jethro Tull Christmas Album - Fresh Snow At Christmas

Ring Out Solstice Bells (2024 Remix)

In 2010 members of the Anderida Grove gathered to record the sacred Druid Awen chant (which means 'Flowing Spirit', or 'Divine Inspiration'). I later added drones, drums, bells, gongs and other percussion to create this hour-long soundtrack to be used for Inner Journeying. 

Thanks goes to the members of the Anderida Grove that added their voices to this magical soundscape. We've had it for many years and have been asked for it often. So here it is for you to use in your practice.

It is meant to accompany inner journeying and meditation, so please don't listen to it while you're driving!

The Awen Journey - Damh the Bard/Anderida Grove

Song: The Hills They Are Hollow
Artist: Damh The Bard
Album: The Hills They are Hollow

As I walk upon this green land,
This land that love,
I see figures of chalk,
Carved into the hillsides above.
Cerne Abbas a man so proud,
And the Long Man opens wide the gates of his world,
And invites you to step inside.

And the hills they are hollow and home to the Fey,
Who dance on Midsummer's Eve,
Some people don't understand when I say,
These are the things I believe.
These are the tings I believe.

There is an old circle of stones,
That stands on the moor,
Every moss-covered face,
Tells the secrets of ancient lore.
The Tors stand as guardians,
Witnesses to the Rites of Nature's Gods,
Of Darkness and of Light.

Let's sing of the mystery,
Of Sacred Land,
See the shapes in the corn,
Made by invisible hands,
Secrets of the Pagan Ways,
Lie all around,
Written upon the Earth,
In rock and Sacred Mound!

The Hills They Are Hollow

Yule Song

Dark night, stinging with snow
Cold the moon and the mad winds blow
Black ground, frozen below
Earth is at the turn

Come, child, little one come
Bare the pot but we’ll share a crumb
Pull close, listen to mum
Time it is you learn

Great wheel, gentle and mean
Gives the spring and the winter lean
Lush green, trouble between
Make we now our prayer

Hold a candle to the longest hour
Gone the old year, come the new year 
Hail the circle and the light empower
Humbly we prepare

One fire burning and a song we bring
To [two] call the mother fire from her dreaming
Three men walking with their eyes sky-bound
For [four] the bright star that would guide them ‘round

Ten weeks, hunger and flu
Gone your da and your sister too
Bark, branch, scattered and few
Guard the precious flare

Raise the holly and the ivy bough
As we reap, dear, so we sow, dear
Plant the vision in your spirit now
Take us from despair

One fire burning and a song we bring
To [two] call the mother fire from her dreaming
Three men walking with their hands weighed down
For [four] the bairn king with the blinding crown
	
One fire burning and a song we bring
To [two] call the mother fire from her dreaming
Three men walking with their ears to the ground
For [four] a good word and a joyful sound

One fire burning and a song we bring
To [two] call the mother fire from her dreaming
Three men kneeling with their heads bowed down
For [four] the dawn breaks and the sun [son] is found

Music and Lyrics: Greta Boesel

Yule Song

The Holly King

Kim Robertson's harp arrangement of a traditional Irish tune, performed live by Elizabeth Sutherland.

She Moves Through the Fair (harp arrangement)

Alternative pagan lyrics to "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"

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Alternative pagan lyrics to Dancing in a Winter Wonderland.

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Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland

by Jessica Radcliffe, Lisa Ekstrom, Martin Simpson
A beautiful reverie on the winter solstice season, in music, poetry & prose. A gentle atmospheric journey into the changing year.Hauntingly beautiful. Purchase CD at www.celticartstudio.com

13 Winter Wedding The Wexford Carol The King The Holly And The Ivy Sample

"Fairy Forest" - Adrian von Ziegler

Cloak Of Feathers - Damh The Bard

A Weakness for the Moon

Dance of the Rising Moon

Under Her Spell

Cold and bright the solstice dawn breaks through the heol-stone gate,
Time out of mind the stones have stood marking the zenith and the nadir of the sun’s journey across the sky.
Cut by our ancient hands, with stone on stone they were shaped and pulled from the earth’s embrace,
Mile on mile moved and with magic raised upon this sacred land.
And at this time of the Solstice,
The Holly King waits within the Stones.
He waits in darkness, and stillness,
For the coming of the dawn,
The rising of the Sun,
And the footsteps of his Oaken-leafed brother.
Whilst the Awen……is sung.

Brother, what is your name?

To which the Oak King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I am Hafgan, Lord of the Waxing Year,
I am the King of Oak,
I bring bud to leaf,
Bring life to the Earth,
I banish the cold of Winter,
And welcome the warmth of Spring,
And you my brother, what is your name?

To which the Holly King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I am Arawn, Lord of the Waning Year,
I am the King of Holly,
I strip bare your leaf-ridden trees,
I bring darkness to this land,
……and peace,
I banish the warmth of Summer
And welcome the iciness of Winter.
Brother, where do you come from?

To which the Oak King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I come from Annwn, the Otherworld.
And at the time of your greatest power I am born into this world of Abred,
Called by the singing of the Birds of Rhiannon,
The warmth of my breath, and my seed, awakens the life within my Queen,
And the land is bathed in the beauty of our love,
Whilst Annwn is ruled by Winter and Ice,
So Abred blossoms, caressed by the heat of my gazing eye.
And you my brother, where do you come from?

To which the Holly King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I come from Annwn, the Otherworld,
And at the time of your greatest power I am born into this world of Abred,
I ride on Rhiannon’s horse to claim my throne,
Laughing with the Wild Hunt I ride through the night sky,
My cold breath will make way for the coming of the Cailleach,
And the land will be bathed in the beauty of ice and darkness,
Whilst Annwn blossoms, in your heat,
So Abred will have peace, reflection, and renewal,
Guarded by Orion of the Silver Belt.
Brother, what art do you perform?

To which the Oak King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I lift the saddened heart,
Bring life to death,
Shape the hidden green,
Give flight to birds and insects,
My Bards sing upon their wing,
My orchestra plays music within the wind,
Life returns, and in that space where thought becomes dream,
Lovers walk upon the warm earth,
And lay under the stars, and the Sun, together.
And you my Brother, what art do you perform?

To which the Holly King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I give space to thought,
Bring renewal from death,
Bring rest to life, transformation to your crown of green,
I light the inner fire, and the hearth,
And quicken the heart of the beast,
My Bards are the stillness of the winter sky,
The reflection on the water,
The tears of the ice,
Life returns to that place where dreams are forgathered,
Lovers lie before the flickering fires in their homes,
And new life is nourished as my Lady strips bare the branches,
And lays her cloak across the land.
And I am here my Brother, to take my crown.

Then take this crown, but know this –
Even though you begin your rule,
My heat will grow,
My fire will ripen the fruit,
Turn the fields from green to gold,
And warm the oceans.
For although you take the power of light.
I retain the power of heat,
Until your Lady joins you,
At Samhain.

Colloquy of the Oak and Holly King

A musician based in the Dandenong Ranges, Melbourne.
Piano, Celtic Harp, Music Teacher.
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