DontFearTheGather
Don't Fear the Gather
(tune of Don't Fear the Reaper)
by The Crisses
(Apologies to Blue Oyster Cult)
All our kin have come
Here, they say we're gone.
Angels don't fear a gather,
nor do the elves or the djinn or the sidhe--
(We can be like they are!)
Come on baby,
(Don't fear the gather!)
Baby take my hand!
(Don't fear the gather!)
We were able to fly!
(Don't fear the gather!)
Baby, I'm no 'man!
Gather time is come,
Here, they say we're gone.
All the wyrms and fallen,
Sing together, sometimes quite off-key!
(All the wyrms and fallen!)
40 drowning kin are camping there
(Like the wyrms and fallen!)
40 drowning kin are laughing there
(redefine madness!)
Another 40 kin comin every year!
(We can be like they are!)
Come on baby,
(Don't fear the gather!)
Baby take my hand!
(Don't fear the gather!)
We were able to fly!
(Don't fear the gather!)
Baby, I'm no 'man!
Now, Four Quarters Farm,
Here, we say they're gone.
Came to this farm in darkness,
But it was clear that she couldn't go on--
The car door opened and some fey appeared,
Some dragon flew by and disappeared
The campfire flared and then he appeared
('said "don't be afraid!")
"Come on, Baby,"
(Then she had no fear..)
And she ran to him,
(And then they started to fly,)
Fluttering cloaks like a wave goodbye
(She had become like kin are)
She had taken his hand
(She had become like kin are)
Come on baby
(Don't fear the gather!)