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- WICCAN AMAZING GRACE
-from Margot Adler
Amazing grace, how sweet the earth
That formed a witch like me
I once was burned, but now I thrive
Was hanged but now I sing!
T'was grace that drew down the moon
And grace that raised the sea
The magick of the people's will
Will set our Mother free!
Amazing grace, how sweet the earth
That formed a witch like me
I once was burned, but now I thrive
Was hanged but now I sing!
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BLESSED BE AGAIN!
-Joe Bethancourt
(c) copyright 1992 W.J. Bethancourt III
(Tune: "One Misty Moisty Morning" (Trad.)
Upon a dark and windy hill,
On Samhain's eldritch night
I saw the Crone with withered hands
By balefire's burning light
Her eyes were full of wisdom,
The threads of life she span
And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
As I walked out on Yuletide,
The winter winds blew cold
I saw the Winter King a-standing,
Grey and grim and old
His cloak was pulled around him,
A Child was in his hand
And he sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
Upon the morn of Brigit's Day,
I saw a lovely sight
The Goddess standing by me,
All crowned in starry light
The crescent Moon beneath her feet,
The stars were in her hand
She sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
Upon the first of April,
I saw the Holy Fool
He was a merry prankster,
The Lord of all Misrule!
He looked at me, and winked an eye,
And danced and sang and then
He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
Ostara came with blossoms,
Life flourished everywhere
I saw the Mother smiling,
With flowers in Her hair
She stood among the growing fields,
In heather and in glen
And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
As I walked out one May morning,
T'was on the blooming heather
I saw a Maiden dancing there,
In fair and sunny weather
The Beltane fires were burning high,
The dancers round did spin
They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
Upon Midsummer's heady day,
I saw John Barleycorn
Walking proud and tall there
In the sunny shining morn
His beard was long and golden,
He looked at me and then
He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
Upon a singing Summer day,
At dawn on Lammastide
I saw the Craftsman smiling,
On sunbeams he did ride
He brings us light and knowledge,
To help our fellow men
He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
Upon a chilly autumn day,
All sheltered from the storm
I saw the Harvest safe at home,
The families snug and warm
They sat and gave their thanks,
And they laughed and smiled and then
They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
The Spiral Dance goes on and on,
The King and Youth and Child
The Gentle Mother, Aged Crone,
And Maiden meek and mild
And so the Yearly Circle
Turns in eternal spin
So sing "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"
And "Merry Meet! And Merry Part!
And Merry Meet Again!"
(c) copyright 1984, 1992 W. J. Bethancourt III
tune: "Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat" (Trad. Appalachian)
Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand
Once I talked to a great Grey Man
Spun three times and said with a sigh
Hadn't been for the Runes had His other eye!
Chorus: Hi diddle i diddle i day
Hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay
Hi di diddle i diddle i day
Fol the dink a dum diddle do di day
Hi said the Lady, dressed in green Came the Stag from oaken wood
Prettiest thing I've ever seen Saw the Lady where She stood
She went down underneath the hill By the fire burning bright
And came back out of Her own free will Came to know His heart's delight!
Brian Boru, on Irish ground Hail to the Lady, One in Three
Walked three times the Island round We welcome You and honour Thee
Norsemen came lookin for a fight As You light and guard the night
just another Irish Saturday night! Honour now our sacred rite!
Hi said Lugh on the banquet night
A poet and a player and a good wheelwright
A harper and a warrior and none the least:
A Druid and he got in to the Feast!
Hi said the Lady dressed in white
Sang the Day and sang the Night
Sang the Land and sang the Sea
Sang the Song, and then sang me!
Harold Haardrada's face was red!
Came to Britain and he wound up dead
Stamford Bridge is where he's found
Got six feet of English ground
Hail to the Lord at the Lady's side
Master of the Hunt, in the day You ride
Fire burn and fire bright
Honour now our sacred rite!
The Legion with its Eagles bright The Circle forms, the Circle flows
Marched into the Pictish night The Circle goes where no man knows
Met them there upon the sand Hail to the Lady, one in three:
Gave 'em up to the Wicker Man! Present is past and past is ME!
Eight-legged steed and hound of Hel By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound
The One-Eyed Man, he loves ya well Blessed Be: the Day I've found
Fire burn and fire spark Hail to the Lady, one in Three
Are you then feared of the dark? Present is Past and Past is WE
Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight Fire and Water, Air and Earth
all thru the day, all thru the night The Cauldron calls for our rebirth
Hail to the Lady, one in Three Hail to the Lady, three times three
Present is past, and past is THEE The Circle's cast, so mote it be!
Salt and oil and mirror bright From East and South and West and North
Fire and fleet and candlelight Call the Powers to come forth!
By fin and feather, leaf and tree, Hail to the Lady, three times three,
Fill the Cup and Blessed Be! The Circle's cast; so mote it be!
From the misty crystal sea By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn
Came the Lady to the lea Blessed Be the day you're born!
Sword and Roses in Her Hand Fire burn and fire bright
Spread their seeds thruout the Land Walk in safety thru the night
NOTE: These are all the verses. Not all were recorded, due to time constraints.
Go back to Celtic Circle Dance!
CUP OF WONDER
-Ian Anderson
recorded: "Songs from the Wood"
Jethro Tull
copyright 1977 Salamander Music
pub. USA: Chrysalis Music Corp.
May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour
But we accept your invitation,
and we bring you Beltane's Flower
For the May Day is the Great Day,
strung along the Old Straight Track
And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this song
that calls them back!
Ask the Green Man where he comes from,
ask the Cup that fills with Red
Ask the old grey Standing Stones who show
the Sun His way to bed
Question all as to their Ways, and learn
the Secrets that they hold
Walk the lines of Nature's Palm, crossed with Silver
and with Gold.
(Chorus): Pass the Word, and pass the Lady
Pass the Plate to all who hunger!
Pass the Wit of Ancient Wisdom
Pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder!
Join in Black December's Madness!
Lie in August's welcome Corn!
Stir the Cup that's ever filling with
the Blood of all that's born!
For the May Day is the Great Day,
strung along the Old Straight Track
And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song
that calls them back!
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CUP OF WONDER II
-variant lyrics by the Whyte Bard
May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the Hour
But I accept your invitation, and I bring you Beltane's Flower
For the May Day is the Great Day
strung along the Old Straight Track
And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed
this Song that calls them back!
Ask the Green Man where he comes from,
ask the Sun his way to bed
Ask the grey and Standing Stones where last they lay their head
Ask the Lady where She's standing, growing young,
and growing old
Cross the Lines of Nature's Palm, marked with Silver,
crossed with Gold
For the May Day is the Great Day
strung along the Old Straight Track
And those who ancient Lines did Ley
will heed this Song that calls them back!
Ask the Lady where She's standing in the green and growing corn!
Take the Cup that's ever filling
with the Blood of all that's born!
For the May Day is the Great Day,
strung along the Old Straight Track
And those who ancient Lines did Ley
will heed this Song that calls them back!
So, pass the Cup, and pass the Lady!
Pass the Plate to all who hunger!
Pass the Wit of Ancient Wisdom
Pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder!
(repeat verse 1)
PAGANISM IN MINNESOTA
or,
THE WICCAN-SHAMAN-DRUID SONG
Lyrics by Eran (with help from Roisin)
(Morningstar Coven)
(Tune: "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy")
I'm a Wiccan-Shaman-Druid,
I am new age through and through.
Decked in crystals from my head to toe,
With feathers and pyramids, too.
My spirit-guide is from Atlantis.
He's a Zen-Aztec guru.
Come and spend the weekend with us,
For two thousand dollars
You'll be a Wiccan-Shaman too.
I'm an Elvis-Loki-Viking.
I channel Ashley Montague.
In a former life I was a gypsy clerk,
Bull fighter, and troubadour, too.
I know five Illuminati,
They're a strange and motley crew.
There's a priest from ancient China,
He lives in my basement.
He is an Elvis-Viking too.
My coven is part Rosicrucian,
Mixed with some Theosophy.
Add in some stuff from the Golden Dawn,
`Cause Crowley's just all right with me.
I've got twelve initiations,
I've seen all there is too see.
And watch out for those strange Co-Mason-Santaria-Druids,
They'll cement your chickens to a tree.
I've got a pipe ceremony,
Adapted from the O.T.O.
I use a sweatlodge for my Beltane rites,
The Maypole is just there for show.
I have got a glass athame,
With batteries to make it glow.
It's just great for calling quarters
In my new tradition:
The Lynn Andrews-Buckland-Starhawk Grove.
NOTE: This was the song sung by members of the MorningStar
Coven during the Talent Show at DragonFest '95. I don't think
they would mind you using it, just be sure to give credit,
where credit is due!
LORD OF THE DANCE
In response to many requests for information about the neo-pagan version of Lord Of The Dance....
The words are credited to Aidan Kelly, C. Taliesin Edwards, and Ann Cass; the tune (when it isn't "Simple Gifts") is
credited to Jenny Peckham-Vanzant, and may be an old shape-note hymn.
Aidan Kelly and C. Taliesin Edwards may be the same person.
According to the article in the filksong magazine "Filker Up #3," (a reprint from _Kantele_ #12, Fall 1982, and
written by Cathy Cook- MacDonald), the first four verses were written by Kelly and Edwards, four more by Ann Cass
in 1975-6, and the four seasonal verses by Ann Cass in 1976. Gwydion recorded the song, with variant lyrics, on his
_Songs Of The Old Religion_ tape (not the entire song, though).
She danced on the water, and the wind was Her horn
The Lady laughed, and everything was born
And when She lit the sun and its' light gave Him birth
The Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth
(Chorus): Dance, dance, where ever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, you see!
I live in you, and you live in Me
And I lead you all in the Dance, said He!
I danced in the morning when the World was begun
I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun
I was called from the Darkness by the Song of the Earth
I joined in the Song, and She gave Me the Birth!
I dance in the Circle when the flames leap up high
I dance in the Fire, and I never, ever, die
I dance in the waves of the bright summer sea
For I am the Lord of the wave's mystery
I sleep in the kernel, and I dance in the rain
I dance in the wind, and thru the waving grain
And when you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain;
In the Spring I'm the Lord of the Dance once again!
I dance at the Sabbat when you dance out the Spell
I dance and sing that everyone be well
And when the dancing's over do not think that I am gone
To live is to Dance! So I dance on, and on!
I see the Maidens laughing as they dance in the Sun
And I count the fruits of the Harvest, one by one
I know the Storm is coming, but the Grain is all stored
So I sing of the Dance of the Lady, and Her Lord:
The Horn of the Lady cast its' sound 'cross the Plain
The birds took the notes, and gave them back again
Till the sound of Her music was a Song in the sky
And to that Song there is only one reply:
The moon in her phases, and the tides of the sea
The movement of the Earth, and the Seasons that will be
Are the rhythm for the dancing, and a promise thru the years
That the Dance goes on thru all our joy, and tears
We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin
And the sound of the Horn is the wailing of the wind
The Earth is wrapped in stillness, and we move in a trance,
But we hold on fast to our faith in the Dance!
The sun is in the southland and the days grow chill
And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill
'Tis the horn of the Hunter, as he rides across the plain
And the Lady sleeps 'til the Spring comes again
The Sun is in the Southland and the days lengthen fast
And soon we will sing for the Winter that is past
Now we light the candles and rejoice as they burn
And we dance the Dance of the Sun's return!
They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night
They danced on the Earth, and everything was light
They danced out the Darkness and they danced in the Dawn
And the Day of that Dancing is still going on!
I gaze on the Heavens and I gaze on the Earth
And I feel the pain of dying, and re-birth
And I lift my head in gladness, and in praise
For the Dance of the Lord, and His Lady gay
I dance in the stars as they whirl throughout space
And I dance in the pulse of the veins in your face
No dance is too great, no dance is too small,
You can look anywhere, for I dance in them all!
Pict Song 2.0
words (c) 1994 by Isaac Bonewits
(based on R. Kipling's "Pict Song")
(c) 1994 by Isaac Bonewits. This song may be reposted freely on the Net,
provided no editing is done and this notice is attached. Isaac has two
albums of his other songs available on tape: "Be Pagan Once Again!" and
"Avalon Is Rising!" Call him at 1-800-DRUIDRY for a catalog of these and
other Pagan and magical music and lecture tapes by him and others, as well as
notification of his upcoming album and concerts.
Envoi: We are the little folk, we,
Tapping away on our keys,
Sailing the silicon sea,
Weaving the Net as we please...
1: Eternally tyranny spreads,
Always its heavy hoofs fall
On our paychecks, our votes, and our beds,
And the strong never heed when we squall.
Their power grows on and that's all;
And they think themselves safe in their greed,
Behind each secure garden wall,
Ignoring the rage of our breed.
Chorus: We are the little folk, we,
Too little to love or to hate;
Just the techno-peasantry,
But watch as we drag down the great!
We are the bug in the code.
We are the gap in the text.
We are the data grown old.
We are the program that's -- hexed.
2: They seem secure from all threat,
Their power so vast and so vile.
But we have learned on the Net
How to tap any government file
Or corporate scheme, and we smile,
As the bastards go mad in their quest
For the ones who've exposed all their guile,
While logging on only as "Guest!"
[Chorus]
3: No, maybe we are not strong,
But we know hackers who are
And gladly we'll guide them along,
With I-Ds to take them in far,
And passwords to clear every bar
To databanks musty and deep.
And we'll dump all the dirt star-dot-star,
To the Net while our rulers still sleep!
[Chorus, repeat Envoi]
*
SPRING STRATHSPEY
-Gwydion PenDerwyn
copyright probably to Nemeton
Myrddyn was playing his pipes in the wood,
And it sounded so good to my feeling.
Hiree, hiroo stirred the dance in the blood,
And my fresh maidenhood started reeling.
Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me,
As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long.
I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it,
I want to be merrily courted in spring.
Round us the trees formed a wheel in my mind,
As if all womankind were careering.
Softly he touched me, our hands intertwined,
And we gently reclined in the clearing.
Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me,
As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long.
I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it,
I want to be merrily courted in spring.
Dew-fall to star-fall he made love to me,
In a manner so free and revealing.
Swift-footed, light-footed, goat-footed, he
Played a sweet melody with such feeling.
Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me,
As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long.
I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it,
I want to be merrily courted in spring.
Daylight and I wake to spring's sweet bouquet
And a glorious day of beginning.
Myrddyn has gone on his magical way,
But the equinox day leaves me spinning.
Sweetly it drew me, the song that went through me,
As if sure it knew me, a maiden-song, laughing long.
I'm sure that I hear it, Oh, let me draw near it,
I want to be merrily courted in spring.
THE WICCAN REDE
-Anonymous
(Tune: "Leatherwing Bat" aka "Celtic Circle Dance")
Bide the wiccan laws you must,
In perfect love and perfect trust:
Live you must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give
Form the circle thrice about
To keep unwelcome spirits out
To bind your spell will every time,
Let the spell be spake in rhyme
Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak you little, listen much
Deosil go by the waxing moon,
Chanting out the baleful tune
When the Lady's moon is new,
Kiss your hand to her times two
When the moon rides at her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek
Heed the north winds mighty gale,
Lock the door and trim the sail
When the wind comes from the south,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth
When the wind blows from the east,
Expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind blows from the west
Bardic words be at their best!
When ye have and hold a need,
Harken not to others greed
With a fool no season spend,
Or be counted as his friend
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the star upon thy brow
True in love you ever be,
Lest thy love be false to thee
Merry meet and merry part,
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the threefold law you should
Three times bad and three times good
Nine woods in the cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow
Elder be the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or cursed you'll be
When the wheel begins to turn,
Soon the Beltane fires will burn
When the wheel hath turned a Yule
Light the log the Horned One rules
Heed you flower, bush and tree,
By the Lady blessed be
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone, the truth you'll know
Bide the wiccan laws you must,
In perfect love and perfect trust:
These words the wiccan rede fulfill;
"An harm you none, do what you will."
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