Hearthside Heathen Song Book

This is a very slight adaptation from a children's song: Twas on a summer's evening,  I walked the forest through, When suddenly I heard a Sweet and low cuckoo Coo coo, coo coo,coo coo, coo coo, coo coooooo. Coo coo, coo coo,coo coo, coo coo, coo coooooo. Mani moon, Mani moon, You're out too soon, For Sunna's still in the sky. Go back to bed and cover up your head, And wait til the Night draws nigh.

Song for Sol (original) by Michelle "Wyn" Corbett Sol in the heavens, Illuminate for me, The knowledge I seek to gain, Here where I sit at the base of the tree, Warmed by your embracing rays. Shine brightly here on The tree of our Luck, May this summer bring prosperity And joy to us. Here in the branches of the tree Hard work is taken in stride, When we bury the seed. Order is required to reap what is sown, Under Sol's golden eyes We speak gilded words. Shine brightly here on The tree of our Luck, May this summer bring prosperity And joy to us. The sacrifice is made; We sing as we toil, This is what will bring vitality to all. Our inheritance dictates the journey for us, Our ancestors guiding our hands. Sol, stave away the darkness That would threaten our way. Protect us from that which brings us harm: The wolf that would ravage the good of the fields, The wyrm that would consume the corn. Shine brightly here on The tree of our Luck, May this summer bring prosperity And j...

This was the Cat Stevens song that my father sang to me every morning. I have tweaked in to make the lyrics a bit more Heathen, but it didn't take much. Morning Has Broken, Like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken, Like the first bird, Praise for his singing, Praise for the morning, Praise for life springing, Freshly from Jord. Sweet the rain's new fall, Sunlit from the heavens, Like the first dewfall, On the first grass. Praise for the sweetness, Of the wet garden, Sprung with completeness, Where the Dawn passed. Ours is the sunlight, Ours is the morning, That shines with the same light Our ancestors saw. Praise with elation, Praise every morning, Chances to walk here, Where our ancestors trod.