She's standing by the rhododendrons Where the roses are in bloom Looking out at the Atlantic ocean And in her head she hums this tune
Thank God the dark nights are drawing in again 'Cos high summer has got me down I'll wait till the end of August And get off this merry-go-round
And they shut him out of paradise Called him Lucifer and frowned She took pride in what God made him Even before the angels shot him down to the ground
He's a light out of the darkness And he wears a starry crown If you see him, nothing will shake him 'Cos high summer has got him low down
High summer's got him lonesome Eyen when he makes the rounds There's been no two ways about it High summer's got him low down
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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