Memories of apple blossoms,
now the [bad word] is bright and red;
Rose-Red the lips of the mother,
a crown of stars around her head.
Rose-Red the moon’s daughter,
taste the [bad word] when it’s dark and red;
the winged heart of the apple-mother,
a crescent moon upon her head.

Black the mane of the scarlet priestess,
she holds the child to her breast;
round and round the blackthorn tree,
her path of shadow is bright and blessed.
Rose-Red the moon’s daughter,
at her feet the blessed bow;
the winged heart of the apple-mother,
a crescent moon upon her brow.

Scrye the vision in the black night water,
the twilight [bad word] the seasons keep;
the wayfarer of the river,
when the waters are dark and deep.
Rose-Red the moon’s daughter,
taste the [bad word] when it’s dark and red;
the winged heart of the apple-mother,
a crescent moon upon her head.