THE GODDESS YEAR
The year is a dancing woman
Who is born at the coming of spring
The year is a dancing woman
Of her birth and death we sing
In spring she come to power
When the red of her moonbloods come
And she dances and spins towards summer
To the beat of her passion's drum
'Tis then she becomes so fertile
With the life that is to come
And she flows with the love that feeds us
'Til the harvest time is done
Then dances and spins towards darkness
All dressed in autumn fire
To descend to the time of shadow
And rest from the world's desire
Now her hair is touched with silver
Winter's wisdom claims her soul
And she births the spirit within us
Bringing light and hope to us all
Igniting a blaze in the darkness
To kindle the coming spring
Then dreams 'til her resurrection
And her story again begins ...
The year is a dancing woman
Who is born at the coming of spring
The year is a dancing woman
Of her birth and death we sing ...
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