She sings to me in silver tones
She calls the merry tune
The maidens dance before the crones
To greet the rising moon.
The goddess grants me magic rite
Divine enchantress bring
The blessings forth in beams of light
And shine upon my ring.
She sings to me in silver tones
She calls the merry tune
The maidens dance before the crones
To greet the rising moon.
I cast the gifts of magic lore
Embrace your will and love
The Ancient ways from times before
Still form as peace above
She sings to me in silver tones
She calls the merry tune
The maidens dance before the crones
To greet the rising moon.
The way of crone, the aged and wise
Skyclad within the dune
My life is Hers in loving eyes
My Goddess is the moon
She sings to me in silver tones
She calls the merry tune
The maidens dance before the crones
To greet the rising moon.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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