Tis The Season

When the last leaf falls from the oak's mighty limbs Winter winds growl, so we hurry on in Store the harvest, stoke the fires high Gather our forces for the long solstice night

Tis the season, not just the day Drivin' the demons of darkness away Raise our spirits, raising our voice We'll summon the sun with a joyful noise

When the first flake drifts from the sky Mother Earth gathers her blanket of white We huddle closer to keep ourselves warm Telling the stories from ages before

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When the last gift's wrapped on the Holy Day Eve And you're weary and wondering what to believe Walk in the grove and ask the oak tree What holly, Yule logs and mistletoe mean

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