Cruachan
The Hawthorn (digital)
1. The Hawthorn
In darkest night, witching night
Among the hawthorn-o
When the moon has come to Earth
The shepherd tends his flock
A babe in arms, the innocent cry
Among the hawthorn-o
Fire is burning in the sky
The shepherd tends his flock
Oh Youthful maid of truthful staid
Among the hawthorn-o
Tears are offered willingly to
The shepherd and his flock
The veil of death, a pauper's mask
Among the hawthorn-o
A solemn task must now transpire
The shepherd tends his flock
God is lost, love is lost
Among the hawthorn-o
The dank of time pervades the air
The shepherd tends his flock
An ancient wind disturbs the leaves
Among the hawthorn-o
There is a presence in the air
The shepherd tends his flock
A church bell peals, a branch cast forth
Among the hawthorn-o
Christ shall not receive this soul
The shepherd tends his flock
Into the ground, into the earth
Among the hawthorn-o
Life breeds life, death brings life to
The shepherd and his flock
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