Plough and till, till and sow That's how we toil in March Work the seeds, make them grow Pray the harvest will be vast Shear and reap, reap and mow By the light of the harvest moon Cut, pull, bind and throw The harvest's coming soon
Altogether, all for one September is here at last We'll toil all day in the burning sun Till the barley has amassed Samhain calls, summers end Prepare for rain and cold Blessed rites we'll all attend We pray to the gods of old
So labour hard, labour long Until the barns are heaped We drink an ale, we sing a song Till all the crops be reaped Our work is done, toil no more The winter birds have flown Close the barn, lock the door We've brought the harvest home
Altogether, all for one September is here at last We'll toil all day in the burning sun Till the barley has amassed Samhain calls, summers end Prepare for rain and cold Blessed rites we'll all attend We pray to the gods of oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
