The Uninvited

Anna Watmore

Lyrics

verse

When the camp grows crowded, child, look at your boots, not their face. Leave one bowl beside the fire, and keep your voice in its place.

verse

Something walks in borrowed skin, quiet as a rain-wet stone. Peaceful hands and watchful eyes, as if it learned our road alone.

chorus

Don't count heads around the fire, let the fire decide. If it isn't named by morning, it will move along outside.

verse

Every night it comes a step closer, by daylight gone from sight. By the third small morning, child, the path is empty white.

chorus

Don't count heads around the fire, let the fire decide. If it isn't named by morning, it will move along outside.

outro

So hush now, share your supper, set a bowl and do not stare. The uninvited fades away when no one says it's there.