Songs of the old Religion

[RedCeltic]

Jack in the Green
traditional


Now winter is over, I'm happy to say
And we're all met again in our ribbons so gay
And we're all met again on the first day of Spring
To go about dancing with Jack in the Green
Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green
To go about dancing with Jack in the Green

Now Jack in the Green is a very strange man
For he dies every Autumn and he's born every Spring
And each year on his birthday we'll dance through the streets
And in return Jack he will ripen our wheat
Ripen our wheat...

With his mantle he'll cover the trees that are bare
And our gardens he'll cloak with his jacket so rare
And our fields he will sow with the hair of his head
And our grain it will ripen 'til old Jack is dead
Old Jack is dead...

Now all ye young maidens I pray you beware
Of touching young Jack for there's strange powers there
For if he but touch you as many can tell
Like the grain in our fields so your belly will swell
Belly will swell...

Now the sun is half-up and it tokens the hour
That the children arrive in their garlands of flowers
And now let the music and the dancing begin
As we touch the good heart of young Jack in the Green
Jack in the Green...

[RedCeltic]

The Burning Times
Lyrics by: Charlie Murphy



In the cool of the evening they used to gather
'Neath the stars in the meadow
Circled near an old oak tree
At the time appointed
By the seasons of the earth and the phases of the moon
In the centre often stood a woman,
Equal with the others and respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the earth
The people grew in the knowledge she gave them
Herbs to heal their bodies
Spells to make their spirits whole
Hear them chanting healing incantations
Calling on the wise ones
Celebrating in dance and song

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inana

There were those who came to power through domination
And they were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross
They sought control of the common people
By demanding allegiance to the church of Rome
And the pope declared the inquisition
It was a war against the women whose power they feared
In the holocaust against the nature people
Nine million European women died
And the tale is told of those who by the hundreds
Holding together chose their deaths in the sea
While chanting the praises of the mother goddess
A refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free

Now the earth is a witch and the men still burn her
Stripping her down with mining and the poison of their wars
Still to us the earth is a healer, a teacher, a mother,
The weaver of a web of life that keeps us all alive
She gives us the vision to see through the chaos
She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive

[vox]

Did you get those from "Carry Me Home" by Todd Alan?

If you haven't yet heard them, you might want to check out Mother Tongue. "Firedance" has a great rendition of "Oak, Ash and Thorn."

vox

[RedCeltic]

Yea that's from " Carry me home" I have that cd... I havn't heard of Mother Tongue however...