In shadow walk the Lords of Light,
Fire cast away the night
But little shall I stir or rest
When gazing at the burn, the crest
Where shadows walking die.

Fire crunching underfoot
It led the leaves astray
To sail upon the wind for songs
About this autumn day.

A winter whisper on the wind
Talks of snow and grey
But trees lay not yet barren here
About this autumn day.

March on, march on the Ladies of Song
Cast away the day so long
Well-rested in a weary way
Ready for the jig, the play
Where shadows dancing thrive.