The Hawthorn (feat. Kim Dylla & Geoffrey Dell'Aria)

In darkest night, in witching night Among the hawthorn-o When the moon has come to Earth The shepherd tends his flock A babe in arms, the innocent cry Among the hawthorn-o Fire is burning in the sky The shepherd tends his flock Oh youthful maid of truthful staid Among the hawthorn-o Tears are offered willingly to The shepherd and his flock The veil of death, a pauper's mask Among the hawthorn-o A solemn task must now transpire The shepherd tends his flock God is lost, love is lost Among the hawthorn-o The dank of time pervades the air The shepherd tends his flock An ancient wind disturbs the leaves Among the hawthorn-o There is a presence in the air The shepherd tends his flock A church bell peals, a branch cast forth Among the hawthorn-o Christ shall not receive this soul The shepherd tends his flock Into the ground, into the earth Among the hawthorn-o Life breeds life, death brings life to The shepherd and his flock The shepherd and his flock The shepherd and his flock