In the cool of the evening, they used to gather
'Neath the stars in the meadow circled near an old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons
Of the Earth and the phases of the moon
In the centre, often stood a woman
Equal with the others and respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth
And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them
Herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole
Hear them chanting healing incantations
Calling forth the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Innana
There were those who came to power, through domination
And they were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross
They sought control of the common people
By demanding allegiance to the Church of Rome
And the Pope declared the inquisition
It was a war against the women, whose power they feared
In that 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
Now the Earth is a witch, and the men still burn her
Stripping her down with mining, and the poisons of their wars
Still to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, a mother
The 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