Songs and Lyrics

Harp Blessing

Moon on High

The three verses to this song have been pulled out and used as a triple Goddes invocation.

Maiden, Queen of the Springtime Green

with flowers blooming so fair.

With youthful zest,

the birds building nests of garlands in Her hair.

 

The moon on high is full and bright

and the kindling has started to burn.

With joy and with laughter we all celebrate

the wheel of the year as it turns,

the wheel of the year as it turns.

 

Mother, Who is the Sea and the Earth

and nourishes all that is born.

Our heads they do rest

upon Her sweet breasts

which give us the wheat and the corn.

 

The moon on high is full and bright

and bonfires reach to the sky.

We all join hands and circle around

and ask for Her to draw nigh,

and ask for Her to draw nigh.

 

Crone, the Wisest of Them All,

Her face, so barren, forlorn.

Her secretive mark,

a moon that is dark,

through death She is Reborn!

 

The moon on high is full and bright

and the bonfires all have burned low.

The circle is open, we all have gone home,

but that we love Her, She knows,

and that we love Her, She knows.

 

The Lady of the River

The Hocking River, in its changing beauty, flows through Athens County. Everyday on my way to work, I am amazed at the seasonal variety of wonder that She displays.

The river of the winter

is so lonely and so cold.

The river of the springtime

bounteous waters too overfull.

The river of the summer

is so shallow and so bright.

The river of the autumn

sends Her breath into the frosty night.

 

Chorus

And the Lady of the River

gives Her lifeblood to one and all.

As the wheel of the seasons turn,

oh my Lady, I hear your call.

 

From the rivers to the ocean,

Aphrodite, She comes to me.

As the tides of life keep flowing

to and from Her, and Her stormy sea.

As the tides of celestial turning,

against a backdrop of starry sky.

And the Sun who warms us gently,

it is His passing, which makes our Mother cry.

 

Chorus

And the Lady of the River

gives Her lifeblood to one and all.

As the wheel of the seasons turn,

oh my Lady, I hear your call.

 

As the stream of moonlight upon me

reflects the stream of thought within.

And the stream of all humanity

wandering blindly 'round future's bend.

It's the nature of time's passage

that reminds us, She cannot be lost.

As the snowflakes turn to showers,

and the thunderstorms turn into frost.

 

Chorus

And the Lady of the River

gives Her lifeblood to one and all.

As the wheel of the seasons turn,

oh my Lady, I hear your call.

All music © 1990 - 1999 Sabrae Jason  

This page was last updated on March 26, 2000.