Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth that bore a witch like me! I once was burned, now I survive, was hung and now I sing. T'was grace that drew down the moon and grace that raised the seas. The magic in the people's will will set our Mother free.We face the East and breathe the winds that move across this earth. From gentle breeze to hurricane our breath will bring forth the change.Turn towards the South and feel the fire that burns in you and me. The spirit's flame will rise again and burn eternally. We greet the West, our souls awash in tides of primal
birth. Our tears and blood, our pain and love will cleanse and heal the
earth.Reach into the North and know your roots down deep ancestral
caves. We find the wisdom of the Crone, Of circles we are made.Amazing
earth, enduring life, from death into rebirth. T'is earth I am and earth
I love and earth I'll always be. Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
that bore witches like we. We once were burned, now we survive, were
hung and now we sing.Goddess bless, so mote it be, Our magic spirals on.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.