On December eve
The good folk
The faeries of auld
Are more powerful than angels
They dance in the cold
The good folk
On December eve
With fires burning high
Troop as angel rapers
Under the prairie sky
On December eve
The good folk
Chant in a ring
With screech owl in the centre
This is what they sing:
"On December eve
Cold winds
Make the willows weave
"On December eve
Owl spreads
Her wings to grieve
"On December eve
Winter deems
There's no reprieve."
The good folk
On December eve
Reign at winter's helm:
They are more real than the outside God
Because the earth is their realm