Andrew Lloyd Webber - Lammastide lyrics

( Suddenly villagers arrive. They are processing to the church with the fruits of the harvest. There is cider-drinking and dancing. Walter Hartright, Laura and Marian get immediately caught up in the festivities) All: Ripe golden fields and the bounty the bring Reason enough for to dance and to sing Dance for who knows if we'll live till its spring Sing For it's Lammastide ( A young girl goes up to Laura and gives her a corn dolly) All: Winds of the winter As sharp as a thorn Soon will a**ault us As sure as we're born Girl: Who will protect us? A doll made of corn All Dance! For it's Lammastide Men: Please spend the season Pressed in my arms Rest in my arms Women: Merrily, merrily We'll end the season Wrapped in your arms Men: Trapped in your arms Women: Verily, verily All: Ripe golden fields and the bounty they bring Reason enough for to dance and to sing Dance for who knows if we'll live till it's spring Sing For it's Lammastide Men: Please end the season Pressed in my arms Blessed in my arms Women: Verily, verily Although we may protest in your arms We'll nest in your arms All: Merrily, merrily After we harvest the fruits of the earth Time for the home and a moment of mirth Men: Time for a dance Women: And the chance of rebirth All: Sing For it's Lammastide Ripe golden fields and the bounty they bring Reason enough for to dance and to sing Dance for who knows if we'll live till it's spring Sing For it's Lammastide! Dance For it's Lammastide! Sing For it's Lammastide! ( At the end of the song, we see the same young girl being excluded from the festivities. Her mother scolds her and she does not enter the church with the others) Mother: ( to little girl) You'll wait outside till you see sense my girl