Dancing round the stones
The valley of dry bones
Ancestors, watch and pray
At time of shortening day
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Iron swords now turn to rust
Around the circle, time so past
Present and future meet at last
So come, spirits of tree and leaf
And bless us in our joy and grief
Sing now, singing out the old year
The dying light, grief, bleak despair
Time of weeping at children slain
Death coming with much pain
Lighten darkness, flickers flame
Burning fires are never tame
Dancing round, hand in hand
Starry night on darkling land
Wisdom comes, a star on high
The wailing of a new born’s cry.
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