dreamed I walked the moor alone
A darkling sky, no moon to light
Among the tors and huts of stone
My solitary path of night.
My maidenhood long lost to day
My mother years now gone
I trust the Crone to guide my way
To my Home at Avalon.
A laughing lass I chanced upon
Bright hair of shining gold
Another me whose days are gone
As gently I grow old.
I feel it in my deepest heart
When I hear a mother’s cry
But I know I have done my part
And bid the past goodbye.
And as I walk the moor alone
All aspects do I see
Maiden, Mother and the Crone
And now the Crone is me.
And then I woke to yellow sun
A shiny brand new day
My work on earth is still not done
And so for now I stay.
The mirror on my bedroom wall
Shows more silver now than gold,
But I don’t really mind at all
That I am getting old.
I’ve had a lovely life, my dear
Filled with song and light
And I’m sure I’ll be reborn right here
Until I get it right.
dreamed I walked the moor alone