In the season of harvest, when fields lay bare,
With corn and wheat gathered in autumn's care,
We gather 'round table, our kinfolk so dear,
To give hearty thanks for the bounty this year.
In the glow of the fire, with hearth so bright,
We share tales of yore on this festive night.
The minstrel strums softly, his lute does he play,
As we celebrate all on this Thanksgiving Day.
With goblets raised high, in the old hall we stand,
Grateful for the toil of our own fertile land.
The feast is laid out, with the fowl at the head,
And pies of sweet pumpkin, and fresh bread we break.
Our hearts full of joy, and our spirits so light,
We give thanks to the heavens for the harvest's delight.
In this time of plenty, our blessings we name,
And honor traditions of old in our game.
So here's to the past, and to futures so bright,
On this Thanksgiving Day, in the soft candlelight.
We cherish each moment, with loved ones so near,
Giving thanks for our blessings, in this time of good cheer.
With corn and wheat gathered in autumn's care,
We gather 'round table, our kinfolk so dear,
To give hearty thanks for the bounty this year.
In the glow of the fire, with hearth so bright,
We share tales of yore on this festive night.
The minstrel strums softly, his lute does he play,
As we celebrate all on this Thanksgiving Day.
With goblets raised high, in the old hall we stand,
Grateful for the toil of our own fertile land.
The feast is laid out, with the fowl at the head,
And pies of sweet pumpkin, and fresh bread we break.
Our hearts full of joy, and our spirits so light,
We give thanks to the heavens for the harvest's delight.
In this time of plenty, our blessings we name,
And honor traditions of old in our game.
So here's to the past, and to futures so bright,
On this Thanksgiving Day, in the soft candlelight.
We cherish each moment, with loved ones so near,
Giving thanks for our blessings, in this time of good cheer.
