(Best sung in a round, three voices of various weary textures. Best performed at the edge of a large desert, a small cook fire burning. The sun sits solidly at golden hour and feels as if it will never not.)

End of the longest day my friend,
Day my friend,
Day my friend.
End of the longest day my friend,
The end of the longest day.

We've tak'n the harvest 'n brought it in,
Brought it in,
Brought it in.
We've tak'n the harvest 'd brought it in,
Grains and beans and hay.

We've brought down the sheep from their highland pen,
Highland pen,
Highland pen.
We've brought down the sheep from their highland pen,
And kept the wolves at bay.

End of the longest day my friend,
Day my friend,
Day my friend.
End of the longest day my friend,
The end of the longest day.

We've stocked the hold wit' incense 'n oils,
Incense 'n oils,
Incense 'n oils.
We've stocked the hold wit' incense 'n oils,
So the flock may e'er pray.

We've taken time to gird our walls,
Gird our walls,
Gird our walls.
We've taken time to gird our walls,
Hold out; come what may.

End of the longest day my friend,
Day my friend,
Day my friend.
End of the longest day my friend,
The end of the longest day.

The sun is low; We take our post.
Take our post,
Take our post.
The sun is low; We take our post.
'til dawn's first shining ray.

We happily give our bone 'n blood,
Bone 'n blood,
Bone 'n blood.
We happily give our bone 'n blood,
So they may in peace lay.

End of the longest day my friend,
Day my friend,
Day my friend.
End of the longest day my friend,
The end of the longest day.

The longest day is over friend
Over friend
Over friend
The longest day is over friend
Now it's the time to slay.

the longest night is here at last
here at last
here at last
the longest night is here at last
let 's feast and feed and flay

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 1011 AF.