Lughnasadh
Lughnasadh, August 1, the Celtic festival of the first harvest.
Read more about Lughnasadh>You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of goldSo she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of goldWill you stay with me, will you be my love