Sing of a Girl in the Ripening Wheat

This is a folk-style Marian-focused Advent hymn.

The words were written by Damian Lundy FSC.

It is set to the traditional English melody used for Scarborough Fair:  The lyrics cannot be given here because they are copyright.   But the tune is not, so you may be able to use the attached file as the basis for making a lead sheet, if your parish / school has a copyright license that allows reproducing the lyrics.

The song was published in Songs of the Spirit Volume 1, which is now out of print but may be available second hand. 

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Sheet music (melody+guitar chords)

Examples

Singer with backing band:

Singer, self-accompanied on guitar:

Lyrics

The lyrics are copyright so cannot be reproduced here. But they are currently available on this website. A rough outline is:

1  Sing of a girl in the ripening wheat ... For the child, that mother will bear.
2 ... angels surround ...
3 ... hillside alone ...
4 ... new man will meet ..
5 ... circle of love ...
6 ... never grow old ...

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• Hymns for Advent
• Folk-style hymns

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Sing of a girl in the ripening wheat,
Flowers in her hand, the sun in her hair.
All the world will run to her feet
For the child that mother will bear.


Sing of a girl that the angels surround,
Dust in her hand, and straw in her hair.
Kings and their crowns will fall to the ground
Before the child that mother will bear.


Sing of a girl on a hillside alone,
Blood on her hand, and grey in her hair.
Sing of a body, broken and torn.
Oh, the child that mother will bear!


Sing of the girl a new man will meet,
Hand in his hand, the wind in her hair.
Joy will rise as golden as wheat
With the child that mother will bear.


Sing of a girl in a circle of love,
Fire on her head, the light in her hair.
Sing of the hearts the Spirit will move
To love the child that mother will bear.


Sing of a girl who will never grow old,
Joy in her eyes and gold in her hair.
Through the ages men will be told
Of the child that mother will bear.