We escort you through

We Escort You Through

Drum solo, followed by rhythmic chanting and a Valkyrie-like siren call

As the sun sinks beyond the midair,

The wind bellows, beware.

Autumn’s chill arrives, and the warmth of summer retirals,

We gather beneath the ancient spiral.

As we light the pyre of dancing gold,

Assembling the harvest for the Hallowed Feast of old.

Bright blessings to you,

Who gather true,

As we welcome you with cheer

On the darkest part of the year.

Come, dear sisters, let us gather ’round,

Barefoot on the autumn ground.

With song and dance, we hearken back;

With the harvest’s plenty, we do not lack.

Three knocks upon the yew,

Three knocks upon the yew,

Three knocks upon the yew—we escort you through.

Come, my sisters, let us bring

Our offerings:

Apples and sweet cakes.

We beckon the spirits to awake.

In black robes, we stand adorned

With red berries and boughs from the hawthorn.

Honor we give to the ones we hail—

Our ancestors, gathered behind the thinning veil.

Bright blessings to you,

Who gather true,

As we welcome you with cheer

On the darkest night of the year.

Come, dear sisters, let us gather ’round,

Barefoot on the autumn ground.

With song and dance, we hearken back;

With the harvest’s plenty, we do not lack.

Three knocks upon the yew,

Three knocks upon the yew,

Three knocks upon the yew—we escort you.

Come feast at the Table of Silence; we’ve saved you a seat.

Let the feast begin with roasted meats and honeyed sweets.

Come, dear guest, gather here

to welcome the turning of the year.

Beneath the silver moon, we greet you

As the dark draws near.

The light fades, and the days grow cold;

The season turns as the old year folds.

Bright blessings to you,

Who gather true,

As we welcome you with cheer

On the darkest night of the year.

Come, dear sisters, let us gather ’round,

Barefoot on the autumn ground.

With song and dance, we hearken back;

With the harvest’s plenty, we do not lack.

Three knocks upon the yew,

Three knocks upon the yew,

Three knocks upon the yew—we escort you through.

Entranced by the rhythm of the beating drums,

Silent chants, rhythmic hums,

The flames dancing bright.

On this All Hallows’ night,

With a harvest of plenty,

We stand willing and ready.

Three knocks on the yew.

We escort you through.