Burning Times - Christy Moore

Burning Times - Christy Moore
In the cold of the evening they used to gather
Neath the stars in the meadow circled near the old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons
Of the earth and the phases of the moon
In the center often stood a woman
Equal with the others respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches
The healers the teachers of the wisdom of the earth
And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them
Herbs to heal their bodies smells to make their spirits whole
Hear them chanting healing incantations
Calling for the wise ones celebrating in dance and song
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
There were those who came to power through domination
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 he commenced the inquisition
As a war against the women whose powers they feared
In this holocaust in this age of evil
Nine million European women they died
And the tale is told of those who by the hundreds
Holding hands together chose their deaths in the sea
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess
A refusal of betrayal women were dying to be free
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
Now the earth is a witch and we still burn her
Stripping her down with mining and the poison of our wars
Still to us the earth is a healer a teacher and a mother
A weaver of a web 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
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna
Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna