The Coven

"Raise every voice in Song. 

Bend thy bows trees, that no beam of light may pass. 

Dance, Flowers and Grass. Surrender up thy fragrance and allow it to mark the way.

Give fourth thy song birds, that the mistress of the night shall not pluck thy wings. 

Bow thy head to the ground and sing. 

Raise thine arms to the sky and sing. Bend thy knee to the Blessed Garden and sing. 

For she who passes before you is the great Gaelach of Tír na nÓg"