Lyrics

On the rarest night of all the days when sun and moon would meet.
Under moon and sun encircled as one so appeared the Penelope Tree.
It bore the fruit of the sun and moon, from the candlelight beneath.
And in the candle’s warm glow of burgundy-yellow, Penelope could often be seen.
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She sat ‘neath her tree curled up on her feet and played an ethereal song.
Her voice soft and clear, so the owl came to hear.
And she played ‘til the new light of dawn.
She sang, “leddeleedah, ehdellee, dailey-doh. And she played ‘til the new light of dawn.
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When the sun and moon then parted too soon, so vanished the Penelope Tree.
Yet the faintest glow of burgundy-yellow some say could still be seen.
Then the elders remembered a childhood November when the moon and the sun came to meet.
A tree midst a glow, of burgundy-yellow,
And a woman sitting beneath.
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So on the rarest night of all the days when sun and moon come to meet.
Under moon and sun encircled as one, you may find the Penelope Tree.