Tonight the moon is glowing,
To light up the Ancient Walk,
Where our ancestors are waiting,
So that we may join and talk,
A spectral wind is blowing,
Through the veil that has grown thin,
On the night of Witch's meeting,
We pass secrets to our kin,
Seeds of wisdom we are sowing,
Our new ways reflect the old,
We wait up for faeries flying,
And their queen if we our bold,
Now we enter the time of growing,
Turning the wheel around once more,
We embrace the path of aging,
Mother to Crone, to Maiden once more,
Walpurgis Night- the night of knowing,
Where we look toward the Summerland,
Beltane's eve, we all are yearning,
For the Life that guides the hand.
To light up the Ancient Walk,
Where our ancestors are waiting,
So that we may join and talk,
A spectral wind is blowing,
Through the veil that has grown thin,
On the night of Witch's meeting,
We pass secrets to our kin,
Seeds of wisdom we are sowing,
Our new ways reflect the old,
We wait up for faeries flying,
And their queen if we our bold,
Now we enter the time of growing,
Turning the wheel around once more,
We embrace the path of aging,
Mother to Crone, to Maiden once more,
Walpurgis Night- the night of knowing,
Where we look toward the Summerland,
Beltane's eve, we all are yearning,
For the Life that guides the hand.

