Come Witches to the Dance (Laurie Stidolph) Come Witches, to the Dance, to the merry dance Our Lady loves our Lord, O! With pipe and drum in moon and sun For fair Dian and merry Pan The old ways are made young, O The old ways are made young! When midnight fills the sky, my true love and I Will cast a circle round, O With voices strong in chant and song We'll work our will and drink our fill And dance the darkness down, O And dance the darkness down, O! To the Lady's Dance of Life Her sweet Piper calls But if you should stumble If you should fall Rise up to the Rhythm That embraces it all Come, Witches, to the Dance! All hail the Beltane fire: may it well inspire Burn triumphant to the Lady! She is crowned this day the Queen of May O'er woods and fields Her green sceptre She wields The Mother now holds sway, O The Mother now holds sway Farewell, Our Lady Green! It is Hallowe'en! Now the crone wields Her winter sceptre Though old and wise, young are Her eyes Though Death She brings, "Rebirth!" She sings To all that fades and dies, O To all that fades and dies Once in the Full Moon's gleam as I lay in a dream Came a Lady to my chamber In earthly form like woman born All Time, all Space lay in her face I rose to Her embrace, O I rose to Her embrace So queenly was She I fell to my knee And bent my brow to her, O "O no!" said She, "Kneel not to me But stand! Arise! Open your eyes! It is yourself you see, O Yourself you see in me!" Come, Witches, as before, to the Shining Door Fear not to fling it open! Fear not to see the Mystery: That we are Pan and fair Dian And evermore shall be, O And evermore shall be! copyright Laurie Stidolph, 1981 AB
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