The gift was wrapped in gilt and tulle
The ides of June the moon’s pull
October wedding what a gift
the present moment hear the voices Lift
After all the guests are gone
the gift of it goes on and on
If Orion’s in the sky
this Fall is not yet passed you by
So here among the present sing
and do not think of anything
tomorrow’s day and what it brings
is bound in bands of argent rings
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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