Journey's End

On frosted earth, beneath the stars,
The seasons turn once more,
And bitter still, this winter chill
That cleaves you to the core

But worry not of darkened days,
For soon they too will pass,
But while they linger, you will find
Some refuge if you ask

For though the Oak stands crystalline,
Suspended in its hold,
Beyond the snow, a warming glow
Will beckon from the cold

So come and share the hearth with me,
Seek shelter from the storm,
For wine and song and revelry
Will see us through the dawn

We'll praise the Goddess for her grace,
And cast the circle wide,
For seasons come and seasons go
But some things never die...