Lammastide Songtext / Lyric

(Suddenly villagers arrive. They are processing to the church with the fruits of the harvest. There is cider-drinking and dancing. Walter Hartright, Laura and Marian get immediately caught up in the festivities)



All:



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



(A young girl goes up to Laura and gives her a corn dolly)



All:



Winds of the winter

As sharp as a thorn

Soon will assault us

As sure as we're born



Girl:



Who will protect us?

A doll made of corn



All






Dance!

For it's Lammastide



Men:



Please spend the season

Pressed in my arms

Rest in my arms



Women:



Merrily, merrily



We'll end the season

Wrapped in your arms



Men:



Trapped in your arms



Women:



Verily, verily



All:



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



Men:



Please end the season

Pressed in my arms

Blessed in my arms



Women:



Verily, verily

Although we may protest in your arms

We'll nest in your arms



All:



Merrily, merrily



After we harvest the fruits of the earth

Time for the home and a moment of mirth



Men:



Time for a dance



Women:



And the chance of rebirth



All:



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!



(At the end of the song, we see the same young girl being excluded from the festivities. Her mother scolds her and she does not enter the church with the others)



Mother:



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