Samhaine Song
We sit here tonight
At one more year’s turning,
We hold our friends close
In the darkness returning.
(Refrain)
Samhaine is here
And the great wheel is turning.
The apples are gathered,
The leaves are all scattered,
The bonfires are burning.
Samhaine is here again,
Samhaine is here.
Inside there’s laughter
And firelight and candle-glow.
Outside is the night
And the rain on the window.
(Repeat refrain)
The grain’s in the barns
But the Wild Hunt is running.
The apples are sweet
But the sharp frost is coming.
(Repeat refrain)
The Lord of the wood
In the Shadowlands, waiting,
Like seeds in the earth
For the new light’s awaking.
(Repeat refrain)
The Lady, the Crone,
By her cauldron is spinning
The thread of our lives
Through all ends and beginnings.
(Repeat refrain)
So set a spare place
For the old ones returning,
As we sit here tonight
At one more year’s turning.
As we sing here tonight
In the darkness returning.
(Repeat refrain)