The Gathering

the hills are purple and the valley is shining

everyone is off on their own

soon the fat yellow moon will call the gathering

deep in the forest is a magic well

where everyone will come to drink and laugh

sweet libation to connect their minds

for gathering

all around the bonfires we sing

show all

all along the way

save yourself

tiny sprinkles of light above us

every one of them full of love

as we paint ourselves to defy gravity

now the yellow moon fills the sky

crystal clear on this perfect night

very soon all of us will fly

for gathering

high abovce the bonfires we sing

show all along the way

save yourself

i’ve flown far away

by myself

now the stars fill the sky

everyone full of light

and the moon calls us home

we sing

at the gathering

of souls