I wrote this song for the Cailleach originally, to sing to her at Bealtaine, as I burned my corn dolly effigy. The dolly had been crafted at Samhain, and I always sing to her then The Lament of the Old Woman of Beare.
She told me she wanted a funeral song as she was freed from her body on the opposite side of the wheel, and together we wrote the following song.
As I sang it over and over again I came to realize, however, that this is also a song of remembrance for women of wisdom who have passed on and crossed the veil. So I can think of no more fitting an entry in this category dedicated to the memory of such a woman as Piastra. May she travel far and wide, and fly with reckless abandon!
This is the first time I've recorded this song. I hope you enjoy it!Shell of Cornhttp://www.paintedred.com/abhaill/music ... f_Corn.mp3Old mother seated by the fire
Through winter's long age
We have built your funeral pyre
O sun-whitened sage
Your shallow tide has ebbed away
The silence of death
The wind blows on across the waves
And carries your breath
Chorus:
Shell of corn, how your spirit shone!
Keening women cry
Black our sorrow, now you're gone
Whiskey-soaked you fly
This body now engulfed in flame
Passes to ashes
Watch as the fire laying claim
Sputters and flashes
The spirit's house burning bright
Bony and so thin
Husk that is blackened tonight
Lying there broken
(Chorus)
Scatter this soot on the soil
Girls heavy-laden
Nourish our seeds and our toil
Corn poppy maiden
Daughters grow tall and be strong
Ripple with laughter
Sing out now your joyful song
And ever after
(Chorus)
~ Abhaill