Charlie Murphy
In the cool of the evening, they used to gather
'Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near on old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons of the Earth
And the phases of the moon
In the center, often stood a woman
Equal with the others - respected for her worth
One of the many we call the Witches
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth
And the people grew through 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.
CHORUS
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Innana
There were those who came to power
Through domination
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 he commanded the Inquision
As war against the women whose power they feared
In this Holocaust, in this age of evil
Nine million European women, they died
And the tale is told of those, who by the hundreds
Holding together, chose their death in the sea
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess
A refusal of betrayal
Women were dying to be free
CHORUS
Now the Earth is a Witch
And we still burn her
Stripping her down with mining and the poisons of their wars
But to us the earth is a healer
A teacher and a mother
A weaver of the 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.
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