She cries, Come out!
Come out of your room,
Come out of the dark place into the street.
In there you have only your heart to eat,
Alone.

She cries, Come out!
Come out of your room,
Come out where your sisters dance in the street
All free out in the open place,
In the sun.

Bring your grief in a basket or bowl
To burn in the bonfire out in the square.
Sing with the fire song you can hear
Even up there as we weave and shout,
Come out!

She bangs on your door and you'd better come down
Before they pass and leave you alone
Come to the window, run down the stair
Into the air that's blowing a storm,
Come out!

She cries, Come out!
Come out of your room,
Come out of the dark place into the street.
In there you have only your heart to eat,
Alone.
Come out, sister, sister.