'TIS THE SEASON
       Greg Trafidlo & Barbara Martin, © 2000

When the last leaf falls from the oak's mighty limbs
Winter winds growl, so we hurry on in
Store the harvest, stoke the fires high
Gather our forces for the long solstice night

Tis the season, not just the day
Drivin' the demons of darkness away
Raise our spirits, raising our voice
We'll summon the sun with a joyful noise

When the first flake drifts from the sky
Mother Earth gathers her blanket of white
We huddle closer to keep ourselves warm
Telling the stories from ages before

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When the last gift's wrapped on the Holy Day Eve
And you're weary and wondering what to believe
Walk in the grove and ask the oak tree
What holly, Yule logs and mistletoe mean

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