DESCRIPTION:
Song: Come, Witches, To The Dance
Artist: Lady Isadora
Album: The Witching Hour

Come, Witches, to the Dance
To the merry Dance
Our Lady loves
Our Lord, oh

With pipe and drum
In Moon and Sun
For fair Dian
And merry Pan

The old ways
Are made young, Oh
The old ways
Are made young

When midnight fills the sky
My true love and I
Will cast a
Circle round, Oh

With voices strong
In chant and song
We'll work our will
And drink our fill

And dance the
Darkness down, Oh
And dance the
Darkness down

To the Ladys
Dance of Life
Her sweet
Piper calls

But if you should
Stumble
If you
Should fall

Rise up to the
Rhythm
That embraces
It all

Come, Witches
To the Dance

All hail the Beltane fire
May it well inspire
Burn triumphant
To the Lady

She is crowned this day
The Queen of May
Over woods and fields
Her green sceptre She wields

The Mother now
Holds sway, O
The Mother now
Holds sway

Farewell, Our Lady Green
It is Halloween
Now the Crone wields
Her winter sceptre

Though old and wise
Young are Her eyes
Though Death She brings
Rebirth She sings

To all that fades
And dies, Oh
To all that fades
And dies

To the Ladys
Dance of Life
Her sweet
Piper calls

But if you should
Stumble
If you
Should fall

Rise up to the
Rhythm
That embraces
It all

Come, Witches
To the Dance

Once in the Full Moons gleam
As I lay in dream
Came the Lady
To my chamber

In earthly form
Like woman born
All Time, all Space
Lay in Her face

I rose to Her
Embrace, Oh
I rose to Her
Embrace

So queenly was She
I fell to my knee
And bent my brow
To Her, Oh

Oh no said She
Kneel not to Me
But stand, arise
Open your eyes

It is yourself you see
Oh
Yourself you see
In Me

Come, Witches, as before
To the Shining Door
Fear not to
Fling it open

Fear not to see
The Mystery
That we are Pan
And fair Dian

And evermore
Shall be, Oh
And evermore
Shall be