Midnight in the moonlit groves,
The ivy spirals round the arms of the oak,
Dancing in the shadowy light,
Reveling in the memory of night…

And at a glancing,
Antlers prancing,
Appeared within the branches dancing,

The season sings of returning to life,
In the memory of night…

The fertile-crescent, the silent stars,
Fruit of the darkness, blood of the harvest,
The forest chorus, the evening choir,
Auburn leaves of the twilight fire,

And in a gleaning,
Appeared the meaning,
All within the branches greening,

The evening sings of returning to life,
In the memory of night…