The Chant Archive

The wings of the Mother are soft and strong
The heart of the Mother is never wrong
The arms of the Mother guide us along
Carry us over the ocean

O Dark Mother lead me inward
Down to the cave of my heart

Smiling Virgin, shining crescent
Waxing fullness, luminescent
Sickle of silver, reaper of bone
Maiden, Mother and Crone
Maiden, Mother and Crone

O ma ma ma, O-o ma ma ma
O ma ma ma, O-o ma ma ma
The earth is a circle, O ma ma ma
The earth is a mother, O ma ma ma