Oh she will bring the buds in spring
And laugh among the flowers
In summer heat her kiss is sweet
She sings in leafy bowers

She cuts the cane and gathers grain
When fruits of fall surround her
Her bones grow old in wintry cold
She wraps her cloak around her

We all come from the Goddess
And to her we shall return
Like a drop of rain
Flowing to the ocean.

We all come from the Horned One
And to him we shall return
Like a spark of flame
Rising to the heavens.

Hoof and horn, hoof and horn
All that dies will be reborn

Vine and grain, vine and grain
All that falls will rise again

Crone and sage, crone and sage,
Wisdom is the gift of age

Sage and crone, sage and crone,
Wisdom's gift shall be our own

By the earth that is her body,
By the air that is her breath,
By the fire that is her bright spirit,
By the living waters of her womb,

May the peace of the Goddess be
Forever in your heart;
The circle is open but unbroken,
Merry meet and merry part.

Gracious Goddess,
Hover near,
Lend to me
Your blessed ear.

Earth and water, air and fire,
Raise the energy, ever higher.

Between the worlds we make a circle,
Never-ending, universal.

Before me ... peace.
Behind me ... peace.
To the left of me ... peace.
To the right of me ... peace.
Above me ... peace.
Below me ... peace.
All around me ... peace.
WITHIN ME ... peace.