Samhain
Darkness falls across the land, as winters grip draws near.
Last harvest's in, chattels stored, a darker time’s now here.
On far hills bone fires burn bright, to mark the end of year.
A gate to world's now open, calls of the ancestors we hear.
For the ancients walk amongst us, though we have nought to fear.
We're honoured by their presence, it's good to feel them near.
They’ve come to share our evening, of thanks and hope and cheer.
We’ll eat and drink, we’ll celebrate, for come morning one thing’s clear.
The wheel of life has turned again, last harvest ends our year.
Darkness falls across the land, as winters grip draws near.
Last harvest's in, chattels stored, a darker time’s now here.
On far hills bone fires burn bright, to mark the end of year.
A gate to world's now open, calls of the ancestors we hear.
For the ancients walk amongst us, though we have nought to fear.
We're honoured by their presence, it's good to feel them near.
They’ve come to share our evening, of thanks and hope and cheer.
We’ll eat and drink, we’ll celebrate, for come morning one thing’s clear.
The wheel of life has turned again, last harvest ends our year.
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