Pagan Songs
 
The Earth, She is our Mother, we must take care of her
The Earth, She is our Mother, we must take care of her.
Hey, yona, ho, yana, hey yan-yan.
Hey, yona, ho, yana, hey yan-yan.

Here is a song we sing as children & adults:
 (To the tune of Skip to my Lou)
 When she danced on the waters and the world was her horn
 Then the lady laughed and everything was born
 When she lit the sun and the light gave her birth
 Then the lady of the dance appeared on earth
 
chorus:
 Dance dance wherever you may be
 I am the lady of the dance said she
 I live in you as you live in me
 And I'll see you all in the dance said she
 
 In the beginning when the world was new
 She danced upon the waters and tamed the wind that blew
 And as she moved her body to the sound of the sea
 Everything in the dance came to be.

"This pretty planet
 Spinning in space
 Our garden,
 Our harbor
 Our holy place
 
 Golden, sun going down
 Gentle, blue giant, spin us around
 
 All through the Night
 Safe till the morning Light"
 
 This pretty planet.....(start from beginning)

Be like a bird
Who halting in her flight
On a branch so slight
Feels it give way beneath her
 
But sing,...sing,
Knowing she has wings
Sing, sing, knowing she has wings
 
I am the Elephant,
 I am the Bear
I am the Eagle, who flies through the air.
 
I am the Tiger
 And I am the Wolf
I am the Dolphin that speaks the truth.
 
I am the Animals singing
We share this Earth with all beings
Our love has the power for healing
 Freedom is coming to me and you,
 Freedom is coming to me and you.

There are four corners of my bed
 There are four elements at it's head
 North and South, East and West

Bless this bed while I do rest

John Barleycorn
 
There were three men come out of the West,
there fortunes for to find.
And these three men made a solemn Oath,
John Barleycorn must die.
 
They've plowed, they've sewn, they have rode him in,
thrown clods upon his head.
And these three men made a solemn oath,
John Barleycorn was dead.
 
They let him lie for a long long time,
till the rains from heaven did fall.
Then I'm told Sir john raised up his head,
and so amazed them all.
 
They let him lie till midsummer's day,
till he'd grown both pale and wane.
And I'm told Sir John's grown a long long beard,
and so become a man.
 
They've hired men with scythes so sharp,
to cut him off at the knee.
They've rolled him and tied his body away,
and served him most barbarously.
 
They've hired men with sharp pitchforks,
which pierce him to the heart.
And the loaders served him worse then that,
for he's bound him to the cart.
 
They wheeled him around and around again,
till they came unto a barn.
And these three men made a solemn oath,
on poor John Barleycorn.
 
They've hired men with crab tree sticks,
which cut him skin from bone.
And the Miller served him worse then that,
for he's ground him between two stones.
 
And there's old Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
and there's Brandy in the glass.
And old Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
proved the strongest man at last.
 
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox,
nor loudly tote his horn.
And the tinker can't mend kettle nor pot,
without a little Barleycorn.
 

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