Fires are burning again as the shining light stands still
Old man plowing, keeps his ancient shadow close at hand
And a quarter turn around the wheel, it’s time to plant the seeds and sew the field
Bringing in a new moon with a bottle of mead and a passion for a new day
Sight down a stone row, while the sun comes up over the rise
And the water will warm and the sea bring the fish back to the bay
Call of the morning, birds are singing sweet songs in the wind
Colors shining, smell of dew wakes the morning air
And the path around the circle will lead us to the same place next year
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