Feel the summer cold, burn the wood again It will warm our thoughts as we circle it They will clean the ash, pour the water in Gather cult and mass, the days are along again, along again Oh, can you hear her name? Oh, can you hear them sing? Oh, can you hear her name? Oh, can you hear them sing? Oh, can you hear her name? Oh, can you hear them sing? Oh, can you hear her name? Oh, can you hear them sing?