When the leaves fall like rain,
and cover the earth in gold
And the breeze becomes cooler,
to welcome the coming cold
When dreams become more than a dream,
and life is not what it seems.
And I hear thunder in the silence of those golden leaves.
When I awaken in the morning,
blanketed by the night.
I share this world of turnings,
with the gods of my might.
And taste the truth of being,
born of spiritual seed.
And the word of the great goddess I heed.
For it is she that can set me free