Lorelei Greenwood

Now I walk in beauty Beauty is before me Beauty is behind me Above and below me

(Libana) Young rider, apple-cheeked one Come whither riding? On your steed so proud and prancing Come whither riding? No matter where I ride, Slovak mountains at my side Duschamoya, Duschamoya.

(Arianna Lightningstorm) We are the Earth We are the Moon Come rising Sun Lead us from the tomb

(Alan WindRreader) We sing to the wind and the wind whispers We dance to the fire and the fire cracks We cry to the ocean and the waves echo We drum to the Earth and the Earth drums back We drum to the Earth and the Earth drums back

(Peter Urdeley) Fly, fly, fly, The leaves are leaving the branch, Cold are the winds, Winter is coming.

Autumn Time, red leaves fall The weeping sky looks over all Demeter sadly walks the land The dying grasses in her hand

(Abbi Spinner) We are going to a sacred place. We are now in sacred space. We are living in a state of grace. We are loving in a sacred way. (descant) We love you, beloved, We love you, beloved, We love you, beloved, We love you.

(Circle in the Greenwood) Herne, Horned One, Hunter ‘neath the northern sun, Watcher at the Gates of Winter, Flame on the wind.

(by Mz Imani, who also sings on this recording) We are the ancestors of the ones yet to be And we are the paper of the previous trees. May everything we think and do Make it all come out right, for…. Listen

We are opening up to the sweet surrender, To the luminous lovelight of the One. We are opening up to the sweet surrender, To the luminous lovelight of the One. We are opening, we are opening. We are opening, we are opening. Listen