Upon a dark and windy hill, On Samhain’s eldritch night I saw - TopicsExpress



          

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 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!” 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 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 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 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 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!” 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!” 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!” 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!”
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 01:51:11 +0000

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