Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, the holy tree is blooming there.– W. B. Yeats –
The moral value of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.– M. Gandhi –
||: Schöne Mutter, schöne Mutter Erde, schöne, schöne Mutter Erde :|| ||: Wo bist Du denn, wo bist Du denn bis jetzt gewesen? :|| ||: Oh, immer hier, immer hier :||
Melodie: Gloria in excelsis deo Christmas time is here again, Decorations everywhere. Christmas carols ringing out, Gentle pagans, we don’t care. Chorus:Glorious!Christmas time is pagan!Glorious!Christmas time is pagan! Modern folks all celebrate What they learned in Sunday School. In December, they don’t know They are celebrating Yule! Chorus Let them have their Christmas trees, Decked in red and green and blue. We rejoice at every one! Christmas trees are pagan, too. Chorus Bowls of bubbly Christmas cheer, Fill your cup and quench your thirst. They think the tradition’s theirs. Wassail bowls were pagan, first. Chorus Every door and window bears Wreaths of holly, wreaths of pine. Circles represent the Sun. Every wreath is yours and mine. Chorus Christmas lights on Christmas trees, Candle flames burn higher and higher, Let us cheer along, my friends, As they light their Yuletide fire. Chorus There’s a possibility That this song is yours and mine ‚Cause the tune was known to all Back in A.D. one-two-nine. Chorus
The earth, the air, the fire, the water:Return, return, return, return. The earth, the air, the fire, the water:Return, return, return, return. Aye ay aye ay aye ay aye ay:Aye oh aye oh aye oh aye oh. Aye ay aye ay aye ay aye ay:Aye oh aye oh aye oh aye oh.
von Karen Beth Under the full moon light we dance,Spirits dance, we danceJoining hands, we dance,Joining souls, rejoice!
von Morning Feather and Will Shepardson We are the old women (people):We are the new women (people).We are the same women (people):Stronger (deeper, wiser etc..) than before.
von Lorelei Greenwood, 1999 (wird auf die Melodie „Greensleeves“ gesungen) To you, my love, who tends my soul,Who fills me up so pleasinglyWith all good things and precious giftsOf your life and your loving, unselfishly. GreenMan, my love, my all,He who is my brother, my lover, and son.Gentle warrior, man of men,It is he who I call my GreenMan. The babe who’s born from the Lady’s womb,Who becomes the Lover at springtime’s crest,Who’s crowned a King in summer’s heat,And who lays down his life for the harvest. GreenMan, the woodland KingWho companions me as we move through the Wheel;Seasons pass yet we remain,The Lady and her love, the GreenMan. GreenMan known by many names,Narada, Jesu, Apollo, and Herne;Found within every living manIs a spark of the God called the GreenMan.
von Shekhinah Mountainwater We are the flow and we are the ebb,We are the weaver, we are the web.We are the weavers, we are the web,We are the spiders (and), we are the thread.We are the spiders, we are the thread,We are the flow and, we are the ebb.
von Lorelei Greenwood We all come from the HunterAnd to him we shall returnLike a sheaf of grainFalling back to Mother Earth. oder We all come from the Horned OneAnd to him we shall returnLike a flash of lightShining from a fiery storm.