Pick the apples from the laden trees In the heart of Macha's realm. In verdant hues of red and green An autumnal color scheme. The leaves are fading day by day Store the harvest, safe away. The land, divine, has blessed us, her bounty stored away. As the nights begin to lengthen, and the light in fades to grey. Gusting winds that brings the rain, the leaves they spiral down The moisture sinking deeper, softening the ground. The sun sinks toward the hillside. Bathing the mountains in blood. Rites performed at sundown By the light of the harvest moon. Summer has slowly passed away, The rising dark soon holds sway. Prepare yourself for winter The frost a warning sign. Twilight of the solar year Winter visions, drenched in fear. Ériú's Wheel turns round and round Blazing sun through frozen ground. Reap, reap, what we have sown. Now we reap what we have sown. Reap, reap, what we have sown, Dreams achieved, fully grown Ériú's Wheel