SPRING RUSHIN' IN

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Sing me a Wiccan song
Of Lady and of Lord,
Of candles, censer, water, salt;
Athame and of sword.
For only in a Wiccan song
Can Gods be true adored.

Sing me a Wiccan song,
Of Winter, Summer, Fall and Spring,
Of Seasons passing joyfully,
Their praises we do sing.
For only in a Wiccan song
Can we with Nature ring.

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WITHIN THE CIRCLE

I wandered lost, with no direction
And every turn I took was wrong
Until I stood within the Circle
And found the place where I belong
I found the Moon to light the darkest night
I found the Sun to warm the day
I saw the Goddess and the God
And found their love to light my way.

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WE ARE THE PAGANFOLK

CHORUS: We are the paganfolk, we
That modern religions down-rate.
But we will out-last you, you see
And we need do nothing but wait.
Your churches will fare as they must
The day may be far or be near.
But when your cathedrals go dust
The paganfolk still will be here.

You've burned us and hanged us and pressed
And tortured with thumbscrew and rack
Rejoiced when your victims confessed
To practices wicked and black.
But still we survived as She did
Your lies and your hate were in vain.
And here is where we'll always be
As sure as the sunshine and rain... for

CHORUS

You've plundered our land and our seas
And slaughtered our brothers in fur.
You've stripped Mother Earth of her trees
And never paid homage to Her.
You curse us and mock us in fear
Compared to your numbers we're few.
But, oh, we will always be here
Protecting our Mother from you.
Deny we exist if you will
Deny She exists if you can!
Her children will worship her still
As we did long before you began.

We won't try to conquer or burn
We don't need your deaths to go on.
We'll work and we'll study and learn
And be here long after you're gone... singing

CHORUS

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WITCH'S AMAZING GRACE

Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
That bore a witch by me
I once was burned, now I survive
Was hanged and now I sing.

'Twas grace that drew down the Moon
And grace that raised the seas
The magic in the people's will
Will set our Mother free.

We face the east and breathe the winds
That move across the earth
From gentle breeze to hurricane
Our breath will bring forth change.

Turn t'wards the south and feel the fire
That burns in you and me
The spirit's flame will rise again
And burn eternally.

We greet the west, our souls awash
In tides of primal birth
Our tears and blood, our pain and love
Will cleanse and heal the earth.

Reach into north and know your roots
Down deep ancestral caves
We find the wisdom of the Crone
Of circles we are made.

Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
That bore Witches like we
We once were burned, now we survive
Were hanged and now we sing.

Goddess bless, so more it be
Our magic spirals on
Merry meet and merry part
And merry meet again.

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HORNED ONE

Horned one, lover, son
Leaper in the corn
Deep in the mother
Die and be reborn.

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OAK AND ASH AND ROWAN AND THORN