Текст песни
Hark, the Grain Moon draws so near
Golden fields, the sky so clear
Scythes flash in morning’s glow
Hay we gather — time to go!
Leader: «Hay, ho, spread it wide!»
Chorus: «Spread it wide, let it dry!»
Leader: «Turn the grass with hearts so true!»
Chorus: «Winter’s coming — we’ll pull through!»
Grass is cut where cattle roam
Meadows sing of harvest home
Rakes move as hands are strong
Songs rise up — the work goes on!
«Hei, hei, ho
Sun and soil, we thank you so
Hei, hei, ho
Bless this hay, let winds be slow.»
Stacks rise high in courtyard shade
Peat and reeds their coat are made
Hayloft full, our task is done
Beasts kept warm ’neath winter’s sun
Leader: «Hay, ho, spread it wide!»
Chorus: «Spread it wide, let it dry!»
Leader: «Turn the grass with hearts so true!»
Chorus: «Winter’s coming — we’ll pull through!»
Fire burns, the mead is poured
Thanks to gods, to land, to hoard
Harvest done, we stand as one —
Viking kin, our work is done
Whispered: «So mote it be»
