Blessed Be Again!

©1992 W.J. Bethancourt III
(Tune: "One Misty Moisty Morning" (Trad.)

Upon a dark and windy hill,
On Samhain's eldritch night
I saw the Crone with withered hands
By balefire's burning light
Her eyes were full of wisdom,
The threads of life she span
And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

As I walked out one May morning,
T'was on the blooming heather
I saw a Maiden dancing there,
In fair and sunny weather
The Beltane fires were burning high,
The dancers round did spin
They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

As I walked out on Yuletide,
The winter winds blew cold
I saw the Winter King a-standing,
Grey and grim and old
His cloak was pulled around him,
A Child was in his hand
And he sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

Upon Midsummer's heady day,
I saw John Barleycorn
Walking proud and tall there
In the sunny shining morn
His beard was long and golden,
He looked at me and then
He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

Upon the morn of Brigit's Day,
I saw a lovely sight
The Goddess standing by me,
All crowned in starry light
The crescent Moon beneath her feet,
The stars were in her hand
She sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

Upon a singing Summer day,
At dawn on Lammastide
I saw the Craftsman smiling,
On sunbeams he did ride
He brings us light and knowledge,
To help our fellow men
He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

Upon the first of April,
I saw the Holy Fool
He was a merry prankster
The Lord of all Misrule!
He looked at me, and winked an eye,
And danced and sang and then
He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

Upon a chilly autumn day,
All sheltered from the storm
I saw the Harvest safe at home,
The families snug and warm
They sat and gave their thanks,
And they laughed and smiled and then
They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

Ostara came with blossoms,
Life flourished everywhere
I saw the Mother smiling,
With flowers in Her hair
She stood among the growing fields,
In heather and in glen
And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

The Spiral Dance goes on and on,
The King and Youth and Child
The Gentle Mother, Aged Crone,
And Maiden meek and mild
And so the Yearly Circle
Turns in eternal spin
So sing "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"

And "Merry Meet! And Merry Part!
And Merry Meet Again!"






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