There is a lovely story concerning the hare who being mad with lust at Easter time tried to mate with the moon. Which is why I always see a hare upside down in the moon instead of the less obvious man.
A Happy and fertile festival to all.
Oh Father Sun and Mother Earth,
We know all life owes you their birth.
Protect our hearths, our homes, our fields
From those who wish our souls to yield.
Give us fruit and grain and meat.
Pure water so we may drink and eat.
Our children born in bright array,
to know the right in night and day.
To support the weak 'gainst mighty foe
whom riches trust and gold only know.
And when the light dies in our eyes
Let us walk with you and rise.
The water of life falls on the tree
The river of life flows to the sea
The sea gives rain upon the land
The circle set so man abounds.
Alan Ingram 2000
A Happy and fertile festival to all.
Oh Father Sun and Mother Earth,
We know all life owes you their birth.
Protect our hearths, our homes, our fields
From those who wish our souls to yield.
Give us fruit and grain and meat.
Pure water so we may drink and eat.
Our children born in bright array,
to know the right in night and day.
To support the weak 'gainst mighty foe
whom riches trust and gold only know.
And when the light dies in our eyes
Let us walk with you and rise.
The water of life falls on the tree
The river of life flows to the sea
The sea gives rain upon the land
The circle set so man abounds.
Alan Ingram 2000