The Dark is Rising Words by Susan Cooper, music by Laurel Fearnley (Langford)When the Dark comes a-rising six shall turn it back-- Three from the circle, and three from the track. Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone, Five shall return, and one go alone. Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long, Wood from the burning, and stone out of song, Fire from the candle ring, water from the thaw. Six signs the circle, and the grail gone before. Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold Played to wake the sleepers, the oldest of the old. Power from the Greenwitch, lost beneath the sea, All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree, Silver on the tree. On the day of the dead when the year too dies Must the youngest open the oldest hills Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks. There fire shall fly from the raven boy, And the silver eyes that see the wind, And the Light shall have the harp of gold. By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie, On Cadfael's Way where the kestrels call; Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall, Yet singing the golden harp shall guide To break their sleep and bid them ride. When the light from the lost land shall return Six Sleepers shall rise, six Signs shall burn. And where the midsummer tree grows tall By the Pendragon's sword the Dark shall fall. first two: Am F Am Am F Am Am G Am Am G Am Am G Am Am G Am G Am G Am Am G Am F C Am F Am Am F Am F C F C Am G F Am G Am Am G Am G AmAm Am G F Am E Am Am G Am Am Am G Am