Kamaskera Lughnasadh Flames

The hilltop waits, the blade is keen
The golden sheaf bows low
We tend the flame as those before
Have tended, years ago
I am the stalk that falls
I am the bread you break
Cut me down at twilight
I rise when morning wakes
Lughnasadh flames, Lughnasadh flames
Burning where the harvest grew
Every fire that lights the hill
Burns for me and burns for you

The keeper's hand, the keeper's word
The ember passed from palm to palm
What we remember, we preserve
What we release becomes the calm
The grain goes down
The fire goes up
Between the two
The world is fed
Lughnasadh flames, Lughnasadh flames
Burning where the harvest grew
Every fire that lights the hill
Burns to keep the old world true