Lughnasha .. 2006

Hail Father Lugh, ye of first harvest days
We gather in your name
To count the festival ways
Corn ripe and glowing on the bough
We gather it with thanks
To your bounty we bow

Hail to the South, who ripens the grain
We ask ye to lighten thy hand
As the world is in pain

Hail to the West, who waters the fields
We ask ye to fall gently
As the land is in need

Hail to the North, who struggles to yield
We send thee our blessings
Else the world hungers

Hail to East, cooling winds to blow
We ask ye to soothe the brow
As the harvest is enow

Around the world, the summers fires alight
Fierce is the light that surrounds us tonight
The sweat that gathers on our brow
Let us use that power and send engird now
To soothe the lands, to heal the pain
To bring about soothing summer rains

Avert say we, the summers drought
Hear us Great Father as we shout
The land crys its need, the people suffer
We call on thee to ease the way

Gather we to heal the loss
Of those passed on under summers glare
We send out our prayers to those in mourning

The world is one in this need
We gather the will
We gather the seed
We send to all the soothing light
To end all suffering on this night

Let this eve be the turning around
Of winds too hot across hollowed ground
Cooling winds to soothe the brow
Waters blessings to heal the land now
Let our power, sing out and around
Let all men know, we hear their need

Hail to the South, who ripens the grain
We thank ye for thy lightened hand

Hail to the West, who waters the fields
We thank thee for thy waters blessings

Hail to the North, who struggles to yield
We send thee our blessings, now and forever

Hail to East, cooling winds to blow
We thank thee for thy soothing breezes


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