Lyrics by Katt McConnell, music by Katt McConnell and Gabrielle Aumei
lyrics
The fog moves slowly inward, like sand in an hourglass,
Measuring the time until midnight.
Twining breathy fingers through blades of frosted grass,
It signals the coming of the twilight.
Again the balance comes between the light and shadow
As smoke from Mabon fires scents the breeze.
One look into the evening fog and you cannot help but know
Tonight there's more within than just the trees.
There's a sense of something nebulous
As once more the Wheel turns 'round
When the last of summer fades away
And we're left with the waiting—with the waiting,
And the cold September ground.
As we whirl closer to winter, there is frisson in the air,
An alien vibration on our skin.
It's a feeling other seasons of the year can never share—
And it only ever starts when fall begins.
It's anticipating something, though what it is is never clear,
Yet from this suspense we're never freed.
Waiting is never so poignant as when you know a change draws near.
And the change that looms ahead is great indeed.
(chorus)
We all can mark the time of year by this feeling in our bones,
Though most don't know what it means.
Yet it stalks us in the daytime and seeps into our homes
As the sun sets alight the changing leaves.
Those of us who walk the path on which the ancients trod before
Sense the season's change with eager hearts.
We know what the feeling means: It means the veil grows thin once more,
And tonight the air is charged as autumn starts.
(chorus)
This evening as the season shifts and the sabbat fires burn,
The shadows in the fog seem half alive.
Not only those of mortal flesh can feel the Year Wheel turn,
Or wait for something yearned for to arrive.
As the veil is growing thinner and more diaphanous by day,
The bridge between the worlds is clear to pass.
So the spirits wait for Samhain, the Mischief Night, to play,
As the fog marks the time like an hourglass.
There's a sense of something nebulous
As once more the Wheel turns round
When the last of summer fades away
And we're left with the waiting—with the waiting...
credits
from Faces in the Fog,
released April 10, 2014
Katt McConnell - Main vocal, bodhran, engineering, mixing, mastering
Riley McConnell - Guitar arrangement and performance
Crystal Wolf - Guitar arrangement
Jen Midkiff - Backing vocal arrangement and performance
Tyler Gill - Cello arrangement and performance
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