Kamaskera Threshold Night

This is the ayn nicht the year rins thin
When the hill and the hoose are the selfsame room
Sweep the step. Pour the line
Damp the fire and keep the licht doon low
Dinna coont what's staunin at the gate
Coont what's staunin at your back instead
The auld folk kent it: bar the door wi' naething
Bar it wi' the names ye said

We keep the licht low, we keep the door shut
We keep the kettle warm for them that's kent
Naething that is nameless gets a chair

Set the saut, and say the names
Licht in the windae, dark on the stair
Naething crosses that isnae named
Speak it richt, or leave it there

Something's staunin whaur the flags are cauld
Breathin on the ither side o' the wid
It kens your face. It kens your road
It disna ken the name ye keep
Lay your haund flat upon the door
No' a knock, just the wecht o' it
If it is kin, it'll tell ye true
If it's no', it'll try a name it stole

Set the saut, and say the names
Licht in the windae, dark on the stair
Naething crosses that isnae named
Speak it richt, or leave it there

Name the ayn that built this hoose
Name the ayn that brak the field
Name the ayn that went and didna come
That's the line, and the line's a shield

Set the saut, and say the names
Licht in the windae, dark on the stair
Naething crosses that isnae named
Speak it richt, or leave it there

Say it again
Aye. In ye come