COME, GATHER NEAR

Come - gather near

To the smoldering fire

The embers, aflame

Will console and inspire!

Sit in the glade

When the faery muse comes -

Magick is made with the flick of our tongues!

Oh! dance with the Sidhe

Under silvery moon!

Word woven trance is the light of their boon!

Bear ye the hearts of all mortal men -

Dance with the fey in the boughs of Green Glen!