Come, my Sisters, It’s not too late to seek our former world. Push off, and rowing in order slice The sounding channel; for our purpose holds To navigate beyond the moon, and Mars Of all the eastern stars, until we die. It may be that the sea will draw us down; It may be we shall sense the misty Isles, And glimpse the great Tor that we once knew. O Sisters, I have heard the voices in the fog- Ancient whispers, low within the veil Season after season, they call beyond the pale; “Return again” “Return to life, return again to me” Forever have I known the haunting sound, Forever beckoned beyond the mists. But lost, between the worlds adrift. Come, my Sisters, To follow this song upon the wind. Set forth, this barge draped in black Oars muffled; in silence of a dream To course the summer sea, and peace. To be and never cease, eternal. Come away from the Christian priests. Come away from their God of death and doom; Fools, narrowing lives to their own cruel compass. O Fools! Who named the Great Goddess Demon. In lies, they preach of evil minions Hear not; the echo of their bell Summoning souls to hell, inside False piety cannot deride, She is! Be guided by the barge that carries us. Be guided to the place but few will go. And so, we make our Holy way. O Great Mother! We call to you and find you within ourselves. Yet now, the tide of life has ebbed The moon; waxes full for us too soon With the rounding of the moon, and years The path now clears, we return. Let us sleep among the apple groves; Let us drink from your sacred well. Our spells, evoke the mists to part. O Sisters! The sun shines full over the misty shore. Light glinting, far from the world of men The stones, still standing have prevailed Where soon we’ll hail, and dip The golden cup to sip, in Goddess! At last we give our body up to spirit. Al last we’ll climb each well-worn step. Home again in Avalon, all Priestess finally rest.