Salt crust on the lantern glass
Fog writes names in seaweed grass
Autumn bites the copper rail
Tide marks where the shadows pale
Leaves spin round the iron gate
Blood moon paints the channel straight
Halloween keeps its old date
The light still burns the light still waits
Kerosene smells like old wool
Clockwork turns the grinding jewel
Leaves stack deep on weathered stone
Gate hinges scream a tune I've known
Ships' logs list the drowned and gone
Moon pulls white the same as dawn
Iron bars don't rust for show
They hold what tides won't let us know
Leaves spin round the iron gate
Blood moon paints the channel straight
Halloween keeps its old date
The light still burns the light still waits
I trimmed wicks through forty years
The sea don't care for human tears
But tonight the veil wears thin
And the gate swings wide within
Fresnel lens catches bone-light
Beam cuts through the Halloween night
Leaves still spin on iron hinge
Keeper's work will never change
Leaves spin round the iron gate
Blood moon paints the channel straight
Halloween keeps its old date
The light still burns the light still waits
Blood moon watches iron waits
Leaves keep spinning on the gate
