In days gone by, when the world was much younger,
We wondered and prayed in the winter's cold night;
Marveled at the glory of the moon and the sunrise,
We saw then the Lady and Lord of all light.

And around, and around, and around turns the good Earth;
All things must change as the seasons go by.
We are the children of the Lord and the Lady
Whose mysteries we know, but will never know why.

In all lands the people were tied to the good Earth,
Plowing and sowing as the seasons declared;
Waiting to reap of the rich golden harvest,
Knowing Her love in the joy that they shared.
Through Flanders and Wales, and the green hills of Ireland,
England and Africa, Denmark and Spain,
Circles grew up all along the wild coastline;
They worked for the land in the wind and the rain.

And around, and around...

Circles for healing and working the weather,
Circles for knowing the moon and the sun,
Circles for thanking the Lord and the Lady,
Circles for dancing the dance never done.
And we who reach out for the stars in the heavens,
Lifting our eyes from the meadows and rows,
Still live in the love of the Lord and the Lady –
The greater the Circle, the more the love grows!

And around, and around...


copyright 1979 Isaac Bonewits