A song for the women. The mages, the wise ones, the witches, the healers, the midwives, the persecuted. Their voices still stand and are being sung today.

Lyrics

Deep in the woods, far from the path, hidden by trees, where nobody sees. Only the owl, the fox and the hare, away from the snares, cos no-one goes there.

There she sits, gathering herbs. Weaving the world, yet only a girl. The magic is all around her, you can feel it in the air.

The night draws in, the stars come out. You can hear them shout, ‘Look up into the heavens’. From out of the trees, creatures appear. In their fur and wings, to dance and jump and sing.

Then came the day, and she always knew it would. When they’d catch her if they could and take away the forest. One by one, the trees came down, as they tore up the ground, all around her.

Now who shall sing? And weave the world? No longer the girl, in the forest. But her voice sings on, with those who stand. Hand in hand, to weave the land.

Here we stand our sisterly band, hand in hand to weave the land. The magic is all around us, you can feel it in the air.

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