Sacrifice

I have brought this treasure

Of berries red and apples golden

From the soil, from these grounds

Would you take them as your own?

Come before the winter's gale

Before the frost and snow

Take what I will give you

Accept my sacrifice

Come when the sun has gone away

When the world has gone

Take what I will give you

Accept my sacrifice

I have brought this treasure

And lay my gift on a bed of sprigs

You will find when darkness falls

My offerings of clean, cold stones

Come before the winter's gale

Before the frost and snow

Take what I will give you

Accept my sacrifice

Come when the sun has gone away

When the world has gone

Take what I will give you

Accept my sacrifice

Come before the winter's gale

Before the frost and snow

Take what I will give you

Accept my sacrifice

Come when the sun has gone away

When the world has gone

Take what I will give you

Accept my sacrifice