From the other side they come
To look after those that to them are dear
The Spirits from the Otherworld
At the turning of Celtic New Year.
And we, unknowing that they among us walk
Speak of them as if they were not here
Looking after those they left behind
Spirits of the dead we need not fear.
And bobbing apples and barn brack
With carved pumpkins and masks
To confuse malevolent spirits among us
We play the games, yet if its message never ask
No more than at Christmas time
We exchange gifts and cards and drink
Forgetting the real meaning of the Feast
This year, of them let us pray and think!