Michaelmastide Lyrics

I'll gather the leaves that fall at my feet
Crimson and golden as dying trees weep
I'll gather the mushrooms, so that we may eat
To dream of the brightness before winter's sleep
Michaelmastide, Michaelmastide
Burn the leaves and drink the pear wine
Our debts have been paid, the goose has been slayed
Our deeds have been weighed
Have we been unkind?
I'll gather the apples that hang from the tree
Crimson and golden, so round and so sweet
I'll gather the acorns to roast us a drink
To warm our lips before a long winter's sleep

Michaelmastide, Michaelmastide
Burn the leaves and drink the pear wine
Our debts have been paid, the goose has been slayed
Our deeds have been weighed
Have we been unkind?