Lammastide

Ripe golden fields and the bounty the bring
Reason enough for to dance and to sing
Dance for who knows if we'll live till its spring
Sing
For it's Lammastide.

Winds of the winter
As sharp as a thorn
Soon will assault us
As sure as we're born.

Who will protect us?
A doll made of corn
Dance!
For it's Lammastide

Please spend the season
Pressed in my arms
Rest in my arms
Merrily, merrily.

We'll end the season
Wrapped in your arms
Trapped in your arms
Verily, verily.

Ripe golden fields and the
Bounty they bring
Reason enough for to dance and to sing
Dance for who knows if we'll live till it's spring
Sing
For it's Lammastide.

Please end the season
Pressed in my arms
Blessed in my arms.

Verily, verily
Although we may protest in your arms
We'll nest in your arms
Merrily, merrily.

After we harvest the fruits of the earth
Time for the home and a moment of mirth
Time for a dance
And the chance of rebirth
Sing
For it's Lammastide.

Ripe golden fields and the bounty they bring
Reason enough for to dance and to sing
Dance for who knows if we'll live till it's spring
Sing
For it's Lammastide!
Dance
For it's Lammastide!
Sing
For it's Lammastide!

(to little girl)
You'll wait outside till you see sense my girl.