SONG FOR MABON
Lay the altar in rusts and browns
Cast the circle thrice around
Call to the Goddess, hear her cries
The morning mist is the tear in her eyes...
Be saddened all, for the sun thats lost
Prepare yourself for Winters frost
For at this time the seasons shift
Time to gather herbs for Sabbat gifts...
The Great Harvest is for Witches sake
For the Goddess gives
And the Goddess takes...
TEARS OF THE GODDESS
We share in the tears of the Goddess
for her lover, the Sun we do weep...
The fiery strength of the Lord
is embraced by the West
It is there he lays to sleep...
As Witches we know
that a seed still remains
it is in this widsom we rejoice...
for rhythm and balance are restored once again
from this our Great Harvest comes forth.
THE HARVEST GREAT!
Leaves of gold fall from the sky
as does the tear from the lady's eye...
All is covered in the morning mist
all is sacred in a time like this...
Abundant harvest we choose to reap, the store of life our magic keeps
For the sun still shines on this day
but soon begins to fade away...
Gather seeds and harvest goods, watch acorns fall from the woods
the garden withers
it can no longer wait
time for Witches to honor
The Harvest Great!