Lost in the days of old
Are beings of natures royal birth
Whose hearts, souls and minds
Are in tune with the Earth
Tuatha De Dannan number few
Only a handful still believe
In Dana, Thor and Pan
Not in Adam and in Eve
Even though the five-point believers
Are faded or hidden away
The precious few who remember
Celebrate the special witchy days
First there is Samhain
The start of the witches year
Where the gods descend to the underworld
And the dead appear
Then the promised child is born
And we celebrate the birth of the sun
On the longest night of the year, Yule
We drink mead and have some fun
In August the fire festival
Sets the night ablaze
On Imbolc we honour Brigid
Who protects the cattle and the maize
Ostara is the time
We celebrate new life
We connect with earth’s energies
And in nature we delight
Then love comes knocking on our door
As Beltane doth appear
With roses red and candles pink
Our true love will appear
It is time to honour Lugh
Lammas has arrived
We thank this ever-loving god
For the bountiful harvest he provides
Mabon is the last
Celebrated in the witches year
It is time to look within ourselves
And remember why we’re here
These are the eight Sabbats
Upon the witches wheel
I celebrate them every year
With passion and with zeal
I remember all the old gods
Every one from A to Zee
And I will hold these divine sacred
So, Merry Met and Blessed Be
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