There’s a river of birds
In migration
A nation of
Women
With wings
There’s a river of birds
In migration
A nation of
Women
With wings
There’s a river of birds
In migration
A nation of
Women
With wings
There’s a river of birds
In migration
A nation of
Women
With wings
There’s a river of birds
In migration
A nation of
Women
With wings
There’s a river of birds
In migration
A nation of
Women
With wings
We are a people at the full height of our power
This is the place and now is the hour
We are a people at the full height of our power
This is the place and now is the hour
We recognize our sacred worth
We have the power to transform the earth
Cauldron of changes
Feather on a bone
Arch of eternity
Ring around a stone
We are the old people
We are the new people
We are the same people
Wiser than before
There is no time but now
There is no place but here
In the sacred we do stand
In a circle hand in hand
A circle is cast again and again and again and a
A circle is cast again and again and again and a
It’s the blood of the ancients
That runs through our veins
And the forms pass
But the circle of life remains
May the circle be open yet unbroken
May the love of the Goddess be ever in our hearts
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again
Blessed Be, Blessed Be, Blessed BE