The freedom of flowers in the forests
are always with us .
But enemies have fallen and we remain victorious .
The streams and green valleys continue to bring sustenance home ,
and the birds all share the sky where the stars eternally roam .
Somewhere beyond this world we live
is a time I'm thinking of .
When the Celts lived happily
in a Celtic land that I love .
Now at the eve of the Hallow the
dead are still in their grave ,
there is a ripple across the earth
made by a Celtic wave .
Beyond this present time
a Celtic New Year will come to stay.
when winter will around our fields
bring prosperity our way.
Nothing to fear in the year ahead ,
our crops shall grow again .
Upon the graves of the dead Druids
softly will fall the rain .
In the mist of morning
as darkness is taken by the dawn .
We acknowledge a new flame
as all our ancient time's are gone .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-10-30 07:31:21
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