From fire at night to fog at dawn I walk the paths of Arowhon
And as I pace silent and slow, I hear the songs of long ago
Old souls made these songs to last, to the future from the past.
These gifts to us they built with words, their excellence is our reward.
They sang to live, they lived to serve the words that we have always heard
From many parts they made a seed, that grows and blooms to call our need.
Into our songs they poured their skill, courage, passion, love instilled.
Within our hearts they made a place; flowers of meaning, roots of grace.
