The October moon hangs hollow and high A silver coin in a bruised-black sky The final apple has fallen from the bough We light the lanterns and remember now The year has wilted, the soil goes cold A story waiting, centuries old Oh, the veil is thin, a trembling thread Between the living and the silent dead We feel you in the embers' gentle glow And in the breath of the north wind's blow The legacy you gave us, still it runs Deep within our blood, beneath our suns I feel your presence on the frosty air A whispered wisdom, a patient stare In the lines upon my hands, your stories trace I see your resolve in the set of my face Your laughter echoes in the family tales That ride upon the gusty evening gales Oh, the veil is thin, a trembling thread Between the living and the silent dead We feel you in the embers' gentle glow And in the breath of the north wind's blow The legacy you gave us, still it runs Deep within our blood, beneath our suns We set a place at our table bare For every memory hovering there An offering of bread, a cup of wine A thread that connects your line to mine Not just in stone where your names are kept But in the promises we have wept Oh, the veil is thin, a trembling thread Between the living and the silent dead We feel you in the embers' gentle glow And in the breath of the north wind's blow The legacy you gave us, still it runs Deep within our blood, beneath our suns The fire is fading, the night is deep But in our hearts, your vigil keep So pass the stories, speak the names Through dying fire and lantern flames For one night more, the wall is gone... Remember, remember... ...and journey on.
