Lughnasa

The sun hovers on the valleys tongue

To light a viaduct between mother and son

For you I the fern and forest clear

Nothing of worth unless you can remain here

The soil buckles, the beams begin to drum

My body too tired to by you rove on

What now to do with your land?

Yours to know when the heavenshard hits the sand

Be sure the purpose of your ritual

Without purpose you've no magic at all

Reach your hand where the sky and soil divide

Press your pulse when missing against mine

Now go find barlеy corn string and gut him good

But never halloo 'til you're out of thе wood

Never halloo 'til you're out of the wood

Never halloo 'til you're out of the wood