Sword - Maiden, Mother & Crone Lyrics
The maiden sitting by her poolWas first to hear my pleasAs she gazed into the waterShe recited these words to me:Walk not down that roadI can not tell you where it goesAsk me no more questionsSome things you weren't meant to knowThe mother toiling in the fieldsHer apron full of seedsShe dropped them to the earthAs she recited these words to me:Walk not down that roadI can not tell you where it goesAsk me no more questionsSome things you weren't meant to knowThe greater mysteriesCannot be shownDivided by threeThe are the maiden, the mother, the croneFinally I found the croneWalking through the treesShe looked in my eyesAs she recited these words to me:Go before the maidenFall down to your kneesShould you win her favorShe may tell you what she seesThe harvest is reapedSeeds are shownMultiplied by threeShe is the maiden, the mother, the crone