I first heard this song played by my good friends The Dolmen. Then a few years ago I found out that it was written by an American Bard called Gwydion back in the 1980s. He was one of the first recorded Pagan musicians. Sadly Gwydion Pendderwen died in the late 80s, but his songs still live on, so this is my tribute to him, and his legacy.
Lugh the light of summer bright clothed all in green
Tailtiu his mother true rise up and be seen
At the festival sound the horn, calling the people again
Child of Barleycorn, newly summerborn, ripening like the grain.
The child grew tall from spring to fall he’s off to find a wife
But Balor came to make his claim and swore to take his life
The two did fight from noon ’till night when Lugh did strike him one
And Balor’s eye flew in the sky and there became the sun
Lugh was wed and made his bed with Erin in the north
And there they lay for many a day and soon a child came forth
The child grew tall from spring to fall, Setanta was his name
And then at length by honor’s strength CuChulainn he became