First Harvest (Lughnasadh)

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When the heat of the Sun begins to wane
And the hours of darkness are growing again
The Sun starts its journey back to the north
The wind starts to blow, it’s the season of storms

The crops have begun to mature and ripen
All of our hard work is coming to completion
It’s time to prepare for the dark days ahead
Without careful plans, the winter we will dread

This is Lughnasadh, the time of the first harvest
Where we celebrate the bounty of the first fruits
It’s a period of intense emotions and activity
A time to celebrate life, growth and fertility

Rejoice at the partnership between the Sun and the Earth
Collect the rays of the Sun and store them for rebirth
By Mabon the warmth of Summer will be a memory
We must prepare now to focus our destiny

John Barleycorn who lay with the Lady at Beltane
Stands before us now with long beard and bent cane
His time has come as his green turns to gold
He gladly gives his life to feed the town folk

His sacrifice is important as death brings rebirth
He teaches us that joy and festivities bring worth
We touch on creation by singing his dance
By honouring his life we leave nothing to chance

The Goddess Tailtiu gave her life to bring agriculture
Her foster son Lugh, honours her adventure
Lugh, God of Fire and Light, skilled at all in the land
Commemorates his mother’s sacrifice with a feast ever grand

So let’s harvest what we have learnt since we planted our seeds
And take into our lives what will benefit our needs
Leave a little aside to carry through to next Spring
So the cycle can continue and not want for anything