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Avalon is Rising

© 1985, 2001 c.e.
words by Isaac Bonewits
music trad. ("Babylon is Fallen")
Key of C

Image - Glastonbury Tor

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Hail the day so long expected, when the Gates are opened wide.
Magicks old and new collected, have restored the ancient pride.
Throughout Faerie's wide dominion, hear the trumpets swoop and soar ­

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.

All of us now stand in wonder, as our visions come to pass.
Earth Mother and God of Thunder, Huntress, Weaver, join the dance.
Swell the sound of joyous laughter, hear immortal voices roar:

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.

Though some thought that all their hating, had sent Her beneath the waves;
Avalon was merely waiting, for Her folk will not be slaves!
Now the day of freedom's dawning, brings Them back forevermore ­

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.

Hark all ye in groves and bowers, Pan has come another time;
Ruling with a rod of flowers, giving us the bliss sublime.
Freyr and Freya now shall guide us, Venus be our counselor ­

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.

Listen warriors of the Old Gods, as the Wild Hunt's horn doth sound;
All their works shall fall before us, and the evil ones be bound.
Raise the shield of bright Athena, swing the hammer of great Thor ­

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.

Hear me now each dree and bandree, brahman, volkhvi, flamen too;
Priest and priestess, poet, godi, runemaster and shaman true:
All your faith now is rewarded, prophets of the ancient lore ­

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.

Some of us shall go a-sailing, through the void so deep and far.
They will come with us unfailing, plant the seeds from star to star.
Hear our children's children's voices, join with those from days of yore:

Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.
Avalon is rising, is rising, is rising; Avalon is rising to fall no more.