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
