We Three Crones

Tune: We Three Kings

words adapted by Heartsong

We three crones of magic-past are,

Bearing gifts, we traverse afar,

Fields & fountain, moor & mountain,

Following each our star.

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Oh, star of wonder, star of might,

Star of radiant beauty bright,

Inward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us with thy magick light.

Gold I bring, the Earth's hidden gleam,

Guards our Mem'ry, draws forth our dream;

Weary-curing, strong enduring,

Holding time's circling stream.

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Frankincense I carry with me.

Incense aids the spirit to see;

Analyzing, wize, up-rising,

Sense of the Earth, flow free!

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Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume

Lifts new life, a magical broom;

Praying, flying, purifying,

Away with old lingering gloom.

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Glorious gifts of magic (wimmin) we praise,

Maiden, Mother, Ancient of Days;

Strength, and sense, and energy; whence

Return to our sacred ways.

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