This is our time to remember, By hearth-fire and welcome of bread, So we gather and stand upon red leaves, With deep memory and love for our dead. Under the chill of winter's breath, We give thanks to what was before. Like the dormant life of the magical seed, We await the springtime once more. So lift high the lanterns living light, The dark part of the year, And sing our songs and celebrate, For those who brought us here