This is our time to remember
By hearth-fire and welcome of bread
So we gather and stand upon red leaves
With a deep memory and love for our dead

Under the chill of winter’s breath
We give thanks to what was before
Like the dormant life of the magical seed
We await the springtime once more

So lift high the lanterns living light
The dark part of the year
And sing our songs and celebrate
For those who brought us here

This ancient story of decay
This earth on which we stand
Of mud and stone
And blood and bone
So sacred be the land

Green energy withdrawn
Down in dark earth
Down to the source and the core
And the gusts of the wind
Turn the wheel of the year
Soon the lambs shake their tails once more

So lift high the lanterns living light
The dark part of the year
And sing our songs and celebrate
For those who brought us here

We stand at the threshold between life and death
The otherworld mist starts to clear
And in the flickering shadows, born of the fire
We see our ancestors appear