Under the light of the shimmering stars

You think to yourself just who you are

A wandering child, a kin of the Earth

The path of the Pagan you’ve walked since your birth

 

The Father shines his light in the day

The Mother guides when the sun goes away

By the sun and the moon we are all graced

And the wandering child is never misplaced

 

Into forest we glide through the trees

Across the vast plains we ride on the breeze

Atop the tall mountain we climb upon

Our home is everywhere, the world is our lawn

 

 

The Father shines his light in the day

The Mother guides when the sun goes away

By the sun and the moon we are all graced

And the wandering child is never misplaced

 

Throughout the world we wander and stroll

Lending our aide, mending the soul

Upon the five elements that we call upon

We teach our disciples, then pass the baton

 

The Father shines his light in the day

The Mother guides when the sun goes away

By the sun and the moon we are all graced

And the wandering child is never misplaced