Come join us, with powerful arms
massage those oils release the balms,
though our lodge is small and humble
there's promise of a welcome affable,
amble down the twisted path where
other feet have wandered, to the edge
of tranquil lake...where waters wash
over our long forgotten homeland shore,
as evening moves ever nearer...then
Sun's rays filter through leafy glade,
Jack Frost takes his first unfriendly
nip...awaking from an icy chill...
the Forest echo's to the sound of
gales whipping through the trees,
we hang wind chimes from branches
to hear their pure ringing melodies...
so light the flames down by our lake
the blazing fire casts mystic shadows,
sparks crackle, can you hear the hiss?
think of the loved ones that we miss,
then with joy sing...embrace the song,
for life and happiness of everyone...
dance in a circle for those long gone,
and when the embers die away, in our
lodge is where we'll dream softly away.