What the wind carries/ Nos Calan Gaeaf

What the wind carries,
Remains on its wings.
The sighs of the hopeful,
The powers of dreams.

What the wind carries,
Is carried away,
Through land of the living
To realms of the fae.

What the wind carries,
Nobody knows,
The names and the stories
That nobody owns.

What the wind carries,
Calls out to all,
To hearts that are restless,
To minds and the souls.

What the wind carries,
Comes through the veil,
From lands of the fairies
And realms of the dead.

What the wind carries,
Does never leave,
Until it unravels
On All Hallows Eve.