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When the Veil Grows Thin

Johanna J. Trenholm

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When the Veil Grows Thin

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Johanna J. Trenholm
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Original Music and Lyrics Copyright Johanna J. Trenholm 2026 Digitally Enhanced Using Suno All Rights Reserved Our forefathers believed that on All Hallows Eve, the veil between the living and dead grew thin. That the dead, both good and bad, under certain circumstances, could pass through this veil. They dressed in scary costumes and carved Jack o’lanterns to ward off evil spirits. On this night, they also celebrated the final harvest, and paid homage and remembrance to their ancestors by lighting candles and preparing special food and drink. These traditions continue into the present day. Chorus Oh the veil is thin this time of year The voices of the old ones draw near Through mist and moonlight, through dark within The dead walk beside us when the veil grows thin Verse 1 The light is changing, the leaves turn gold Whispers of autumn breathe dark and cold Few steadfast leaves cling tight to the boughs While the wind sings a dirge through the bare limbs now They tumble and dance down the mountainside Where roots of ancients and shadows reside They crackle like secrets beneath our feet While the scent of apple on the air is sweet Chorus Oh the veil is thin this time of year As the voices of the old ones draw near Through mist and moonlight, through dark within The dead walk beside us when the veil grows thin Bridge So light a candle, let the songs begin For the wheel keeps turning and us within From the seed to the harvest, from loss to birth We are bound to the heavens, the sky and the earth Verse 2 All Hallows Eve on wings of night With silver moon rising pale and bright We burn a candle for those gone before For those who stand just beyond death's door For grandmother's wisdom for grandfather's lore For the names that we whisper, for the souls we adore Leave room at the table, remembrance begins For the ancestors gather when the veil grows thin. Chorus Oh the veil is thin this time of year As the voices of the ancient ones draw near Through mist and moonlight, through dark within The dead walk beside us when the veil grows thin