ON THE LONGEST OF NIGHTS, WHEN WINTER HAS COME

Oh mother

Can you take

My worries from me

And tie them like ornaments

To the sycamore trees

We'll weave golden garlands

For our heads to be crowned

They'll protect us in darkness

When the winter comes down

Oh mother

Can you fill

My body with light

And crown me with candles

When the world turns to night

We'll build crowns of fire

And project our own light

In the old hemlock grove

Where the shadows reside

Oh mother

Please grant me

The gift of sight

When the sun returns

I'll know well, the night

We'll burn green boughs

From the evergreen trees

There's a sacred protection

In the resin they bleed

Oh mother

Protect me

With the light of the sun

On the longest of nights

When the winter has come.