Hexvessel Closing Circles
A scent of lilies
A wreath of pine
The threshold open
For spirits to rise
We light the incense
We close our eyes
The table has been set
The sheets are ironed
The heavens lift you up
Your deeds and works
And all the fields will ring
With the sound of our love
We'll never forget you
Our past is shared
As long as we shall live
You too shall live
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
My old friend
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
For we won't meet again
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
My old friend
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
For we won't meet again
