Spirits haunt these magic hours
Dwelling in the sylvan bowers
In the trees
Is a ghostly breeze
Light a candle for the dead
With sprigs of fir do warm their bed
And in songs
Bless the ancient ones
Halloween, in moonlight we gather
Halloween, to join with the unseen
Halloween, calling the spirits
Who come forth on Halloween
The sacred smoke of juniper
And mugwort purifies the air
Dressed as fae
We chase the bad away
Halloween, in moonlight we gather
Halloween, to join with the unseen
Halloween, calling the spirits
Who come forth on Halloween
Holy fire, blessed waters
Guide your loyal sons and daughters
Darkest night and shining Moon
Strengthen our song and tune
Holy fire, blessed waters
Guide your loyal sons and daughters
Standing in the moonlight there
With stars under the horn and hair
Holy fire, blessed waters
Guide your loyal sons and daughters
And through the misty night forlorn
Shines his crown from horn
Holy fire, blessed waters
Guide your loyal sons and daughters
Green lord, horned one this samhain
Help us to be born again
Holy fire, blessed waters
Guide your loyal sons and daughters
Halloween, in moonlight we gather
Halloween, to join with the unseen
Halloween, calling the spirits
Who come forth on Halloween
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