In summer heat her kiss is sweet She sings in leafy bowers She cuts the cane and gathers grain When fruits of fall surround her Her bones grow old in wintry cold She wraps her cloak around her We all come from the Goddess And to her we shall return Like a drop of rain Flowing to the ocean. We all come from the Horned One And to him we shall return Like a spark of flame Rising to the heavens. Hoof and horn, hoof and horn All that dies will be reborn Vine and grain, vine and grain All that falls will rise again Crone and sage, crone and sage, Wisdom is the gift of age Sage and crone, sage and crone, Wisdom's gift shall be our own By the earth that is her body, By the air that is her breath, By the fire that is her bright spirit, By the living waters of her womb, May the peace of the Goddess be Forever in your heart; The circle is open but unbroken, Merry meet and merry part. Gracious Goddess, Hover near, Lend to me Your blessed ear. Earth and water, air and fire, Raise the energy, ever higher.