Warharvest

WAR-HARVEST
(C) Emily Holbert Kellam

All in the heat of summer when the corn is rising high
We gather shields and armor for we know the harvest’s nigh
For as some me cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
We shall cart our war-gear when it is our harvest day

The hay is ripe and ready standing golden in the field
But our bowmen and our fletchers have a better harvest-yield
For as some me cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
We shall cart the arrow sheaves when it is our harvest day

Just as young lads and lasses dance and sing the harvest in
We’ll raise our voices singing when the battle’s dance begins
For as some me cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
We shall cart the songs of war when it is our harvest day

Some men use their long sharp scythes to cut down what they’ve sown
But we’ve our swords and axes and our foemen down we’ve mown
For as some me cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
We shall cart the foemen dead when it is our harvest day

When the battle’s over we’ll gather what we’ve sown
We’ll take their gold and cattle and most everything they own
For as some me cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
We shall cart the spoils of war when it is our harvest day

Just as all the farmers give John Barley to the fire
We’ll honor those who’ve fallen with a roaring funeral pyre
For as some me cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
We shall cart home hero-tales when it is our harvest day

Some men cart the corn-seed, and some men cart the hay
And we shall cart home glory when it is our harvest day

Recordings:
Waves on the Shore, Emily Holbert Kellam (2009)

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