Journey back to an ancient Irish summer night as bonfires are lit and the drums resound...
Bonus: Comes with a 5 page digital download booklet of liner notes, lyrics, and photos
lyrics
To high places To holy wells
Hills O mountains we come
Hills mountains we come
Full first fruits Our Summers wages
Harvest in the sun Gather the sun
From marshy ground near River Deel
Flickers a flame Flickering flames
Carried torches through fields we'd walk
To fullness on a Plain Fullness of the Plain
Three times sunrise Prayers on her knees
Hear Cuckoo's call Heed Cuckoo's last call
Light aflame our every corner
Blessed be all
Blessings to Fall