Reap what you sow!

When the hallowed harvest moon
Hangs in the sky
The reaper will be coming by and by

Young and old, we must prepare for
The Gathering
Come equinox he’ll visit us again

And do you hear the bells begin to chime?
They’re ringing out for you
It’s harvest time

For you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe

Yeah, the reaper’s scythe

Set the watchfires a-burning
This Kindling Night
For the psychopomp has taken flight

By the corn rigs they’ll see him
Send up the crows
Welcome, He Who Walks Behind the Rows

When September sun no longer shines
Hooden, on a pale mare
He’ll ride

And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe

See the Pale Rider
He’s sharpening his blade
See the Pale Rider
Now he’s calling out your name...

Tonight he stalks the fallow
Can you feel his gaze?
Hollow eyes staring through time and space

Now hear us as we gather round the shrine
We’re singing out
‘John Barleycorn must die’

And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe