Barley and Wheat


First the sickle then the scythe.
First the barley then the wheat.
Then dreaming in the sapphire evening
See the star-rise in the East.

Honoured by my friends and kinsmen
Blessed with children and with wife
Long since I forgot the slaughter
Long ago forgot the strife.

Soon they’ll sow the winter barley
Silver in the wet black earth.
Far in time from burning hillsides
And the wars of Middle Earth.

Someone in the lane is singing
Going home in harvest-tide
Arm in arm with friends and children
The dark no cause to be afraid.

Gone is something worth the suffering
Gone a heart more brave and true
Many things have lost their meaning
I never thought that I’d lose you.

- Varda