Songs

I wrote “A Baneful Tune” Because I saw in the long rede to read a baneful tune at the new moon and I never could find one so I made one to solve the problem.

A Witch's Ballad

Oh, I have been beyond the town,

Where nightshade black and mandrake grow,

And I have heard and I have seen

What righteous folk would fear to know!

For I have heard, at still midnight,

Upon the hilltop far, forlorn,

With note that echoed through the dark,

The winding of the heathen horn.

And I have seen the fire aglow,

And glinting from the magic sword,

And with the inner eye beheld

The Horned One, the Sabbat's lord.

We drank the wine, and broke the bread,

And ate it in the Lady's name.

We linked our hands to make the ring,

And laughed and leaped the Sabbat game .

Oh, little do the townsfolk reck,

When dull they lie within their bed!

Beyond the streets, beneath the stars,

A merry round the witches tread!

And round and round the circle spun,

Until the gates swung wide ajar,

That bar the boundaries of earth

Air Moves Us

Air moves us, Fire transforms us, Water shapes us

Earth heals us

And the balance of the wheel goes round and round

And the balance of the wheel goes round

Ancient Mother

Ancient Mother, I hear you calling

Ancient Mother, I hear your song

Ancient Mother, I hear your laughter

Ancient Mother, I taste your tears

Baneful Tune

Round and Round and Round we go

Moving fast, moving slow

watching with all the sages

moving through the different ages

Widdershins around the circle

stand, crouch, raise, and whirl

As we honor the sacred lady

of earth, fire, sky, and sea

The cycle of the cauldron we know

helps us to learn and grow

and now the time we beseech

assist us to go as far as we can reach

as the moon reaches her renewal

we shall hope to understand her tools

to teach us of transformation

and of divine comprehension

cast aside the pain within

and may the cruel pay for their sins

and now we honor her in our amazement

with wonder at the wisdom she has sent

Blessed Be

Brighid's Song

We will never, Never lose our way to the well

And the memory, Of the power, Of her living flame

It will rise, It will rise again

Call to Diana

Diana of the rounded moon,

The Queen of all enchantments here,

The wind is crying through the trees,

And we invoke thee to appear.

The cares of day departed are,

The realm of might belongs to thee;

And we in love and kinship

join With all things wild and free.

As powers of magic round us move,

Now let time's self dissolve and fade.

Here in the place between the worlds

May we be one with nature made.

Thy consort is the Horn'd One,

Whose sevenfold pipes make music sweet.

Old Gods of life and love and light,

Be here as merrily we meet!

For ye the circle's round we tread,

And unto ye the wine we pour;

The sacred Old Ones of this land,

Ye we invoke by ancient lore

By magic moon and pagan spell,

By all the secrets of the night,

Dreams and desires and mystery,

Borne on the moonbeams' silver light.

Now may we hear,

or may we see,

Or may we know within the heart,

A token of true magic made,

Ere from this circle we depart.

Elements Hymn

At one with the Universe, My spirit is free

All creation pulses in me, Floating upon the wind

Sparking with the energy of fire

Flowing with the waters , Dancing the rhythms of Earth

Spinning and Spiraling

into Elemental re-birth, The magic of being renews

Floating upon the wind, Sparking with the energy of fire

Flowing with the waters

Dancing the rhythms of Earth

Between the Moon and Sun

Faery Song

From faery realms that shine afar.

Oh, I have been and I have seen

In magic worlds of Otherwhere.

For all this world may praise or blame,

For ban or blessing nought I care.

For I have been beyond the town,

Where meadowsweet and roses grow,

And there such music did I hear

As worldly-righteous never know.

Goddess/God Song

We All Come From The Goddess

And To Her We Shall Return.

Like A Drop Of-- Rain

Flowing To The Ocean.

We All Come From The Sun God

And To Him We Shall Return.

Like A Spark ... Of Flame

Rising To The Heavens.

Herne

Herne, horned one

Hunter 'neath the northern sun

Watcher at the gates of winter

Flame on the wind ,Born of Water

Born of water , Cleansing, powerful

Healing, changing, We are

May the Circle be Open

May the circle be open but unbroken

May the peace of the Goddess be ever in your heart

Merry meet, and merry part,

And merry meet again

Solid as a Rock

Solid as a rock , Safe within the harbor

Ancient as a stone , Strong as the sea

Solid as a rock, Safe within the Mother

And water that flows through me

The Earth is our Mother

The earth is our mother, We must take care of her

Hey, yona, ho yona, hey yon, yon

Her sacred ground we walk upon, With every step we take

Hey, yona, ho yona, hey yon, yon

The earth is our mother, She will take care of us

The earth is our mother , She will take care of us

Hey, yona, ho yona, hey yon, yon

Witch’s Chant

Dark Of Night And Rising Moon,

East, Then South, Then West, Then North

To Each We Sing A Witches' Tune

That Calls The Ancient Powers Forth.

Cup For Water, Fiery Sword,

A Pentacle To Touch The Earth,

Airy Wand, All In A Cord;

Lady, Guide Us To Rebirth.

White For Birth, And Green For Life.

And Black For All The Worlds Between,

Cauldron, Censor, Scourge And Knife

All Celebrate The Triple Queen.

Queen Of Heaven, Earth And Hell

Ancient Hunter Of The Night,

Join Us As We Sing This Spell:

All Love And Pleasure Are Her Rites.

By All The Powers Of Land And Sea,

By All The Might Of Moon And Sun,

As I Will, So Mote It Be:

Chant The Spell, And Be It Done.

Witch’s Rune

Darksome night and shining moon,

East, then south, then west, then north,

Hearken to the witches' rune:

That Calls The Ancient Powers Forth.

Earth and water, air and fire,

Wand candle, pentacle, and sword,

Work you unto my desire,

Hearken ye unto my word.

Cords and censer, scourge and knife,

Powers of the witch's blade

Waken all ye unto life,

Come ye as the charm is made.

Queen of heaven, Queen of hell,

Horned hunter of the night,

Lend your power unto my spell

And work my will by magic rite.

By all the power of land and sea,

By all the might of moon and sun,

As I do will, so mote it be

Witch's Song

Hear now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night,

When dark was our destiny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire, The earth and the wide-ranging air,

By hidden quintessence we know them, And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring,

We share with the life universal, Rejoice in the magical ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, and the witches are seen

At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Eve and old Halloween.

When day-time and night-time are equal, When sun is at greatest and least,

The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, And Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven's array.

Thirteen times at Esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day.

The power that was passed down the age, Each time between woman and man,

Each century unto the other, Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn is the magical circle, By sword or athame of power,

Its compass between two worlds lies, In land of the shades for that hour.

This world has no right then to know it. And world of beyond will tell naught.

The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The Great Work of magic is wrought.

For the two are mystical pillars, That stand at the gate of the shrine,

And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession, The opposites each unto each,

Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: Of this our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild winds rider, The Horned One, the Lord of the Shades.

By day he's the King of the Woodland, The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque,

The bright silver lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magic, That dwell in the deeps of the mind,

Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods, And Dance and make love in their praise,

Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us In peace at the end of our days.

And Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it Love that harms none,

For this is the only commandment. By Magic of old, be it done!