Belthane Fires
(Laura Powers)
On the fire of Belthane Nights
High, high the firelight
And my love I'll meet you there
The turn of May the sweet night air
Oh, the spell the magic strewn
The lovers' kiss beneath the moon
And I know my heart's desire
Will reflect in the Belthane fire
A circle cast a circle drawn
A blackthorn bush a willow wand
And oh, my lover there is no sleep
For in this dark my eyes can see
By this night, by yon oak tree
By the fires of Belthane come to me
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