Love's Calling (Alternative version) Lyrics

Listen to
the wailing on the wind
With oak
and evergreen ash
they mourn the fallen
with tears
and lamentation
(they) try to call them
Some turn away from all
that might have been
bury
the misery
and carry the burden
with logs
and kindling build
a pyre to cradle them
the burning embers
glowing through the night
with clove
and cinnamon mead
(and the) sounding of the pipes

(keeps) warm
the sorrowful
till the coming of the light
the sun rises
beating of the drums
and kin
and kindred come
from faraway farms
releasing of the soul
unto their mothers arms.

Oh humanity!
Love's calling!
When will we follow her lead?