On the fire of Belthane Nights High, high the firelight And my love I'll meet you there The turn of May the sweet night air Oh, the spell the magic strewn The lovers' kiss beneath the moon And I know my heart's desire Will reflect in the Belthane fire A circle cast a circle drawn A blackthorn bush a willow wand And oh, my lover there is no sleep For in this dark my eyes can see By this night, by yon oak tree By the fires of Belthane come to me