Midnight Ring

Wander
By the wick and the wax
Onward
By the stick and the staff.

See the moon in the waves
Of the shimmering seas.

Listening
To the twinkling of stars
Glistening
In all that we are.

Find the rhythm in the wind
Through the wavering trees
Wash your sorrows
In the river of memories...

So put the wood on the pile
Let the flames grow tall
Gather round and make your sound.

Oh kindle the fire
And sound the call
To dance in the midnight round.

Sojourn
Through the valley of the night
Gather
By the standing stones tonight.

Through the wood and the fields
With a gift to bring.

Onward
Through the twilight and the dawn
Onward
Through the barley and the corn.

In the meadows
The melody of life still sings
All around to the sound
Of the midnight ring.

So put the wood on the pile
Let the flames grow tall
Gather round and make your sound...

Oh kindle the fire
And sound the call
To dance in the midnight round...

Gallop
Beyond the rising hills
Journey
Through the winters windy chills...

Until the bloom of the flowers
Of the budding spring...