The fruit is ripe, the grain is high, The heat is like a presence everywhere And voices on the balmy wind Say summertime is letting down her hair We come to taste a sacred rye, To dance a bonfire started long ago While fireflies fill up the sky Like sparks above the burning worlds below Well it feels like lightening rising from your dreams Say can you can feel it? We spin round, round, round, round, round... heather in the mead! Break the bread, and share the wine Pass the loaf among us hand to hand And offer up an August Feast to Friend the ancient Children of the Land Dream together, gather seeds, Imagine how it was before we came But taste the heather in the mead and The life you know will never be the same And it feels like sudden madness on the breeze– say can you feel it? We spin round, round, round, round, round... heather in the mead! Some say that it will show you signs Some say that it will open up the door And in your blazing eyes I find The faces of a thousand suns or more A distant song, a subtle glance, A word that slowly lets the future in And Raven calls a Spiral Dance That spins us like a feather on the wind You can feel that stormy weather in your feet – I see you can feel it! We spin round, round, round, round, round... heather in the mead!