The moonrise through the poplars
With leaves of dark and bright
Blurs the division between the earth and sky tonight

You are coming full and strong
To the throne where you belong
As you race from east to west
And call your children from their rest
Stars bow to your glowing face
Wolves call to your ancient grace
Humankind the last to rise
You greet their eager eyes

Hecate, yours the healing hand
A force of good in every land
Your Nile flood, annual rite
Source of Egypt's reign of might
Was you who came to light the way
As Persephone returned to day
Societies growing strong
Learn to sort right from wrong

But we can't help looking back
On our dark and ancient track
Who are we, or better, why?
What fuels the flame in our eyes?
That's when we see another side
To this goddess perched astride
The bridge to our shrouded past
We call to her at last

(Chants, instrumental break)

Once again she shines our way
Mothers sing and children play
Now we're sure of where we are
Waiting for the bright dog star
We think it's time for us to chart
With all our wisdom, all our art
Our rightful place in this land
We boldly make our stand

As it is no one can hide
From the rush of time and tide
The Bard's King Lear and Caesar's cry
Get called back to the nighttime sky
No cities, dreams or plans we've made
Can keep us from her growing shade
When we're still we always find
Her eclipse in our minds

While Luna fell through the yew trees
Yielding night to day
My only shining star was fading away