Gwen Zak Moore, probably in mid 1970's.
Tune: Windmills, by Alan Bell
And around and around and around turns the good earth.
All things must change as the seasons go by.
We are the children of the Lord and the Lady
whose mysteries we know, but we never know why.
In all lands the people were tied to the good earth
Plowing and sowing as the seasons declared.
Waiting to reap of the rich golden harvest,
knowing Her laugh in the joys that they shared.
Through Flanders and Wales and the green land of Ireland,
in Kingdoms of England and Scotland and Spain,
Circles grew up all along the wild coastline
and worked for the land with the sun and the rain.
Circles for healing and working the weather,
circles for knowing the moon and the sun,
circles for thanking the Lord and the Lady,
circles for dancing the dance never done.
And we who reach for the stars in the heavens,
turning our eyes from the meadows and groves
still live in the love of the Lord and the Lady.
The greater the circle, the more the love grows.