[Verse 1] The mist rolls in from the ancient peat Where the veil is thin and the shadows meet A lantern glows on the cottage sill To guide the dead down the sleepy hill [Chorus] Samhain whispers in the open air Ancient magic lingering there Hollowed turnips in the deepening gloom Waking spirits from the quiet tomb [Verse 2] The puca waits by the winding stream A shape of dark in a winter dream And fairy mounds with their open doors Call the wanderer to forgotten shores [Chorus] Samhain whispers in the open air Ancient magic lingering there Hollowed turnips in the deepening gloom Waking spirits from the quiet tomb [Outro] The candles flicker, the embers fade Back to the quiet the ghosts have made As dawn breaks cold on the celtic stone We walk the road through the dark alone [Instrumental]
