The day is done I turn my gaze towards the setting sun, I taste the incense on the air, I hear the sound of drums, The chill of the evening descends. All day long I've been working hard for the man, But now's the time to ditch this skin and be who I am, Some people just don't understand, You can keep your Devil I'll dance with Pan! For I will fly free, On the wings of ecstasy, And I will dance free, To the music of Faerie. Imbolc, Beltane, Lughnasadh and Samhain, Equinox and Solstice, On hilltops in forests tonight, To the Sabbat I will ride. I will dance with the Fearie Queen beneath the silver moon, I will taste the honey mead and chant the Witch's Rune, My heart with the pulse of the land. Witness now the union of chalice and of blade, Of life and death and life again the union is made, By power of land and of sea, By power of will, so mote it be! The night is done the sun will rise on a brand new day, And I along with millions go out to earn our pay, People see just what they want to see. But I have danced with the Faerie Queen, shared the mead of the sun. I have worn the Oaken Crown before the Horned One, And I'll know it's time to return, When I see those Pagan fires burn!

Lugh the light of summer bright clothed all in green Tailtiu his mother true rise up and be seen At the festival sound the horn, calling the people again Child of Barleycorn, newly summerborn, ripening like the grain. The child grew tall from spring to fall he's off to find a wife But Balor came to make his claim and swore to take his life The two did fight from noon 'till night when Lugh did strike him one And Balor's eye flew in the sky and there became the sun Lugh was wed and made his bed with Erin in the north And there they lay for many a day and soon a child came forth The child grew tall from spring to fall, Setanta was his name And then at length by honor's strength CuChulainn he became

Silver moonlight dances from the mists of Tegid's shore A lady looks upon her son like many times before And she touches his face, fingers wet with the tears falling Her daughter stands beside her, the fairest in the land How her son became so cursed she cannot understand But this mother's love is as strong as her heart is beating And she calls to the earth, and the earth hears her calling High up in the mountains Dinas Affaraon stands tall All magic and all mysteries are held within these walls So she walks to the door; as she does, the door it opens Teach to me the mystery of the cauldron's brew Let utter darkness give way to light and be reborn anew Then the Awen will shine from the brow of the eagle of the sea And all will know his name, from this land to the people of the sídhe The lady set the cauldron's fire, tended by the hand Of Gwion Bach the innocent and Morda the blind man Who reached out his hand; place more wood, keep the cauldron boiling Then Morda he fell asleep, alas he didn't see Wood upon wood was added, the inferno was the key To unlock the door of the Awen's greatest mystery Three drops, burning skin, and it's Gwion who gained the power to see The cauldron cracks, the poison creeps slowly across the land To kill the horses of Garanhir at the lakeshore where they stand Drinking and not knowing their fate As a hare runs fast across the land Ceridwen, Ceridwen, lady of the cauldron, come see what they have done Stolen your cauldron's power and betrayed your only son Your eyes wide, lips curl, anger on your face Change your shape now, lady; be the hound, begin the chase I shall be a running hare, with sorrow and with mickle care (Then I shall be a greyhound bitch and tear you from your skin) Then I shall be a flying wren: the king of birds, the king of men (So I shall be a falcon grey and tear you from your skin) Then I shall be a salmon sleek, darting through a shallow creek (So I shall be an otter bitch and wrest you from your skin) I shall be a grain beneath the sun and you will never know which one (Then I shall be a great black hen and take you deep within) Now you may be forgiven to think my tale is over and done But nine moons later she gave birth to a son That she wanted to kill, but she placed in a coracle on the sea Garanhir's salmon weir; a catch was guaranteed But on this day a baby boy cried out to be freed A radiant brow shining bright for all to plainly see Taliesin is your name, the greatest bard that this land will ever see