City witches, busy witches, dressed in festival style
In the air there's a feeling of ritual.
Women laughing, Circle passing
Sharing smile after smile,
And 'round every hearth fire you hear:
Silver moon, Mother moon,
It's Goddess time in the city.
Circling, hear them sing,
Soon it will be Solstice Day.
Strings of candles, held by handle
With a flickering glow,
As the witches weave magickal treasures.
Touching changing, changing touching,
This is Diana's scene,
And with all of the blessings you hear: (etc.)