When the night air is so crisp
When the moon is so full
That you feel you could grasp it with outstretched hands and pull it down to earth

When stars are shining so bright
When the sky's so black
That you feel you could reach right in and pull your ancestors back to life

Dancing
Chanting
Singing
Calling to the dead ones we love
Fire
Growing
Higher
Till it tears through the sky above

Autumn harvest all are merry
Long lost spirits imps and faeries
We beseech you on this Samhain
Help us through till budding begin

When misty veil is so thin
When clouds drawn and parted
Reveal fiery spirit intent on burning down the palace that you've built

When all are lulled into sleep
When spear pierces hot skin
And drives the mischievous god back in burial mound from which he has came

Dancing
Chanting
Singing
Calling to the dead ones we love
Fire
Growing
Higher
Till it tears through the sky above

Autumn harvest all are merry
Long lost spirits imps and faeries
We beseech you on this Samhain
Help us through till budding begin

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