[Intro] [Boots on a wooden floor; one repeating acoustic-guitar figure] [Call and response] Who walks there? We do. What do you want? A song from you. [Verse 1] We’ve sewn our faces out of sackcloth We’ve blackened every eye We carry little lanterns For the ones who pass us by [Chorus] Open the door, let the cold wind in The maskers are coming again Give us a song, give us a flame We’ll leave you the dark and remember your name [Verse 2] A king with antlers leads the line A bride in tattered lace A crooked saint with candle smoke Where there should be a face [Chorus] Open the door, let the cold wind in The maskers are coming again Give us a song, give us a flame We’ll leave you the dark and remember your name [Bridge] [Drums drop out; voices answer the lead] Who walks there? We do. What do you want? A song from you. No one beneath these borrowed skins No one you can recognize But every year the road calls us When the harvest moon climbs high [Final Chorus] [Full band; louder gang responses on the final line] Open the door, let the cold wind in The maskers are coming again Give us a song, give us a flame We’ll leave you the dark and remember your name [Outro] [Band stops; final call and response, dry and close] Who walks there? We do.
