Текст песни
The gaslights weep on cobblestone
An amber tear for seeds we’ve sown
The ivy crawls with brittle hands
To veil the wrought and rusted bands
The park is but a skeleton
Where laughing mortals once had run
Now crisp the leaves, a russet tide
To cloak the paths where we shall glide
So light the jack, with grin of coal
To call the wayward, straying soul
The veil is thin, the wick is lit
Come claim your due, ’tis time for it
The churchyard sighs, the ravens call
As twilight stains the garden wall
We rise in mist, we walk the lane
To wear the night and wear the rain
We are the whispers in the flue
The shape that yards and porches knew
The widow’s walk, a silhouette
A promise mortals won’t forget
Our eyes are sparks in yew-tree shade
Where vows of summer go to fade
Our fingers long, our voices low
We sing of harvests laid below
So light the jack, with grin of coal
To call the wayward, straying soul
The veil is thin, the wick is lit
Come claim your due, ’tis time for it
The churchyard sighs, the ravens call
As twilight stains the garden wall
We rise in mist, we walk the lane
To wear the night and wear the rain
Do not beseech us with your fear
We’ve come for what you offer here
Not blood, nor bone, nor frantic prayer
But one sweet hour beyond your care
To taste the cider’s molten gold
To watch the hearth fires, fierce and bold
To walk amongst you, unconfined
The mask you wear, we do not mind
The clock upon the steeple groans
The marrow from the autumn bones
We leave but shadows on the stair
And frost-kissed apples, left to spare
The candle gutters, wax and wane
We shall be waiting, once again
When maples bleed and winds are high
Beneath the gable, ’neath the sky
We are the chill… the long goodnight
The secret kept from candlelight
