12 January 2008

Ode to Pagans

Pagan’s Moon



Oh come ye all Pagans
For I cry to out in pain
Let me know these tears
Are not shed in vain


I know the way
Of ye hearts and minds
Befriend another Pagan
In these dreary times


For I have long followed
The meandering Sacred Path
7 years I have journeyed
I know, I've done the math


These days are long
The nights are growing cold
My life is getting short
Yea, I'm getting old


For a friend indeed
Is a friend indeed
Lift our cups higher
Filled with sweet mead


We shall meet when
Momma moon is new
On top of the hill
Where the flowers once grew


Drumbeats and Dancers
In a spiral round
The campfire glows
There is not one frown


The dawn now breaks
A happy is the heart
Merry We Meet
And Merry We Part

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