A witch’s song to the tunes of Amazing Grace

Text: Verna Knapp

bore a witch like me!
I once was burned, now I survive,
was hung
and now I sing.

T’was grace that drew down the Moon
and grace that
raised the seas.
The magic in the people’s will
will set our
Mother free.

We face the East and breathe the winds
that move
across this earth.
From gentle breeze to hurricane
our breath will
bring forth the change.

Turn towards the South and feel the fire
that burns
in you and me.
The spirit’s flame will rise again
and burn
eternally.

We greet the West, our souls awash
in tides of
primal birth.
Our tears and blood, our pain and love
will cleanse
and heal the earth.

Reach into the North and know your roots
down deep
ancestral caves.
We find the wisdom of the Crone,
Of circles we
are made.

Amazing earth, enduring life,
from death into
rebirth.
T’is earth I am and earth I love
and earth I’ll always
be.

Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
that bore
witches like we.
We once were burned, now we survive,
were hung
and now we sing.

Goddess bless, so mote it be,
Our magic spirals on.
Merry
meet and merry part
and merry meet again.