The Harvest

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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