Sunset, moonrise
See how the land is bathed
In silver hue
You feel so lonely
Come with me and let me show
There are others just like you
Who feel the powers of earth, sea and sky
Of dragon and faerie and shades of the night
Hear the call of our ancestors of blood and bone
Of womb and tomb, and standing ston
Lady stir your cauldron well
Chant your words and sing your spell
Deep within the darkened hall
Hear the goddess Ceridwen call
See a man
Alone on a hill
His arms raised hugh to the moon
Chanting words, a charm, a spell of power
A witches rune
He calls to the powers of earth, sea and sky
Of dragon and faerie and shades of the night
He calls to his ancestors of blood and bone
Of womb and tomb, and standing stone
Lady stir your cauldron well
Chant your words and sing your spell
Deep within the darkened hall
Hear the goddess Ceridwen call
Come and taste of the cauldron's Brew
And magic she will give to you
You will dance in the eye of the storm
You're ceridwen's children
The cauldron born!
A charm of silver
The gypsy said
When he was just seventeen
Your future I'll tell you
Every thread and turn
If there to be seen
She took his hands tracing the lines
Searching for patterns and looking for signs
"Your life a construction one day you will see
Through the illusion and into the dream!"
So we stand
On this hill
Our shadows are cast by the moon
Chanting words, a charm, a spell of power
Our witches rune
We call to the powers of earth, sea and sky
Of dragon and faerie and shades of the night
We calls to our ancestors of blood and bone
Of womb and tomb, and standing stone