Away from the Harvest

^{(Tune: Away in a Manger)}

Away from the harvest the seasons have turned
The nights have grown colder and fires we've burned
The stars in the heavens look down where we stand
Neighbors and friends with candles in hand.

The warmth is returning, the sun and the light
Will brighten our days and shorten our nights
Come gather around the Solstice is here
The old one is passing, begins the new year.