By the sacred tongue of tongues
By the major sacred tree of trees
Dancing widdershins and naked
In a spring gentle cooling breeze
Encircling the maiden
Catching slow breath
Ready for the portrayal
Ready for symbolic death
Winter falls behind us
For spring to appear
Rebirth of fertility
In a new growth year
Formal rhythmic dancing
The coven move as one
New beginnings welcome
Old endings now well gone
The spells have been woven
Due obeisance has been made
In symbolic death act
The price has been paid
And on and on and on
As it has ever been
tthe process of conception
Soon clothes the land in green
By the sacred tongue of tongues
By the major sacred tree of trees
Dancing widdershins and naked
In a spring gentle cooling breeze
