Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Dawn Star Rising
In which our intrepid blogger recasts the classic, and well-loved, 19th century African-American counting-song, Children Go Where I Send Thee, in a riddling Old Craft idiom.
Dawn Star Rising
(Born on Solstice Morn)
Children, go where I send thee.
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee one by one,
one for the little bitty Baby
walking across the Heavens,
born on Solstice morning:
born, born, born on Solstice morn.
Yeah, he was born, born,
born on Solstice morn.
Children, go where I send thee.
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two,
two for the Horns of Plenty,
one for the little bitty Baby
walking across the Heavens,
born on Solstice morning:
born, born, born on Solstice morn.
Yeah, he was born, born,
born on Solstice morn.
Two for the Horns of Plenty
Three for the Silver Lady
Four for the Shining Watchers
Five for the Dawn Star Rising
Six for the Six Directions
Seven for the Constellation
Eight for the Celebrations
Nine for the Months of Waiting
Ten for the Able Dancers
Eleven for the 'leven that came down from Heaven
Twelve for the Twelve Great Houses
Thirteen for the Proud Ladies
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