When the moon is lit On her Eastern side And I slowly am centering, centering When my blood is pulled With the waning tide And I fall and am willingly entering
Night, the dark, the womb that’s hollow Its here I’ve found a voice to follow
I am the maiden I am the mother I am the crone I am the sea I am the sky I am the blood I am the moon Never alone Never alone Never alone
When the moon is lit On her Western side And she slowly is brightening, brightening When the Earth is full With the waxing tide And I breathe with it, ripening, ripening
See reflected in the water The older Moon held by her daughter
I am the maiden I am the mother I am the crone I am the sea I am the sky I am the blood I am the moon Never alone Never alone Never alone