From: Joe.Bethancourt@f110.n114.z1.fidonet.org
Newsgroups: alt.music.filk
Subject: 'nuther song
X-Sender: newtout 0.02 Nov 17 1992
Date: 12 Dec 92  14:09:00

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                        BLESSED BE AGAIN!
                                -Joe Bethancourt
             (c) copyright 1992 W.J. Bethancourt III
               (Tune: "One Misty Moisty Morning" (Trad.) 

Upon a dark and windy hill,              As I walked out one May morning,
On Samhain's eldritch night              T'was on the blooming heather   
I saw the Crone with withered hands      I saw a Maiden dancing there,   
By balefire's burning light              In fair and sunny weather       
Her eyes were full of wisdom,            The Beltane fires were burning high,
The threads of life she span             The dancers round did spin  
And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!    They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed
Be!
And Blessed Be again!"                   And Blessed Be again!"      
                                                                        
As I walked out on Yuletide,              Upon Midsummer's heady day,
The winter winds blew cold                I saw John Barleycorn      
I saw the Winter King a-standing,         Walking proud and tall there
Grey and grim and old                     In the sunny shining morn   
His cloak was pulled around him,          His beard was long and golden,
A Child was in his hand                   He looked at me and then      
And he sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!  He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"                    And Blessed Be again!"
                                                                        
Upon the morn of Brigit's Day,           Upon a singing Summer day,
I saw a lovely sight                     At dawn on Lammastide     
The Goddess standing by me,              I saw the Craftsman smiling,
All crowned in starry light              On sunbeams he did ride     
The crescent Moon beneath her feet,      He brings us light and knowledge,
The stars were in her hand               To help our fellow men           
She sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!    He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"                   And Blessed Be again!"     
                                                                        
Upon the first of April,                 Upon a chilly autumn day,  
I saw the Holy Fool                      All sheltered from the storm 
He was a merry prankster,                I saw the Harvest safe at home,
The Lord of all Misrule!                 The families snug and warm     
He looked at me, and winked an eye,      They sat and gave their thanks,
And danced and sang and then             And they laughed and smiled and then 

He sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!     They sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed
Be!
And Blessed Be again!"                   And Blessed Be again!"      
                                                                        
Ostara came with blossoms,               The Spiral Dance goes on and on,
Life flourished everywhere               The King and Youth and Child    
I saw the Mother smiling,                The Gentle Mother, Aged Crone,  
With flowers in Her hair                 And Maiden meek and mild        
She stood among the growing fields,      And so the Yearly Circle        
In heather and in glen                   Turns in eternal spin           
And sang "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!    So sing "Blessed Be! And Blessed Be!
And Blessed Be again!"                   And Blessed Be again!"              
                                                                             
                      And "Merry Meet! And Merry Part!                       
                      And Merry Meet Again!"                                 
                                                
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