We gather our coven with care
We’ll cast the sacred circle with rocks-
though the earth is no longer bare.
We dance on green grass-
We praise the sky blue…
We thank the God and Godess for what each has,
and dance in the morning dew.
We see the Mother’s soft tints
laid lightly on the earth,
though these are but little hints
of the wonders of rebirth.
We finish our Spring-time rites
and close the circle down,
knowing we have reached new heights
our love and joy abound.
I’ll honour the Goddess in my heart,
and always remember when-
merry we’d meet, merry we’d part,
and merry we’d meet again!