Have long since faded away
Replaced by gentle rain falling
On this New Year’s Day,
The sirens are a’wailing
In the distance cry
Tell me my owls there hanging
Where does my future lie?
Shine the crystal, prepare the pens and more
Welcome you dear strangers
Welcome to my door,
Come in, come in you’re welcome
Tis tradition that I adore
Let us tell our stories
Let us entertain in many ways, let us in no way be dullards or witless cold hearted bores.
See the lidless eye
As outside the rain still falls
And somewhere out there lonely hearts open up and cry,
Mercy? Mercy tell me, I you lady fair, will you not be gentle? Walk with me softly weaving dreams spun from your golden hair, then with such craft as I can muster my heart will surely share.
Fate? Fate be kind, grant me favours as soft as your sweetest kiss, and I will be true and honest, my honour will not then miss.
Luck? Luck o dearest lady, fairest of them all, grant me your good favours and I will never fall.
The words call and gather, on pages appear by many hands at last
Tell me o my owls on open widow pane
What stories you have to tell me, come now, let me hear your soft refrain.