The Burning Times ... Words by Charlie Murphy and Deena Metzger,
Music by Charlie Murphy
In the cool of the evening, they used to gather
'Neath the stars in the meadow, circling an old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons of the Earth
And the phases of the Moon
In the center stood a woman, equal with the others
And respected for her worth
One of the many they 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
Can't you hear them chanting healing incantations?
Calling forth the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song...
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Now there were those who came to power through domination
And they bonded in the worship of a dead man on a cross
They sought control of the common people
By demanding alliegance to the Church of Rome
And the Pope declared an Inquisition
It was war against the women whose power they feared
In this holocaust against the nature people
Nine million European women 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
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Now the Earth is a WITCH, and the men still burn Her!
Stripping Her down with mining and the poisons of their wars
But to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, Our Mother
A weaver of a 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! |
