Song, Chant, Poetry, Stories and Satire for the Pagan Community

This entry made: 10/26/1997

Title: Goddess Is Alive, Magic Is Afoot
Lyrics by: Buffy Sainte-Marie, with "Goddess" replacing "God"
Tune: original
Date: 1966
Source: http://www.witchhaven.com/atho/files/filk/CRAFTSNG.ZIP
Recorded on: "Up Where We Belong," Buffy Sainte-Marie
Subject: Pagan Pride (well, okay, it's Christian, but...)

 Goddess is alive.....Magic is afoot...Goddess is alive....magic is afoot...
 Goddess is afoot.....Magic is alive...Alive is afoot..magic never died!

 Goddess never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied.
 Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. Goddess is afoot. 
 Goddess never died!

 Goddess was Ruler, though his funeral lengthened.
 Though His mourners thickened, magic never fled.
 Though His shrouds were hoisted the naked Goddess did live;
 Though His words were twisted the naked magic thrived;
 Though His death was published round and round the world
 The heart did not believe.

 Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled.
 Magic never faltered. Magic always led.
 Many stones were rolled, but Goddess would not lie down!
 Many wild men lied. Many fat men listened.
 Though they offered stones, magic still was fed!
 Though they locked their coffers, Goddess was always served.

 Magic is afoot....Goddess is alive....
 Alive is afoot....Alive is in command.

 Many weak men hungered. Many strong men thrived.
 Though they boasted solitude, Goddess was at their side.
 Nor the dreamer in his cell, Nor the captain on the hill:
 Magic is alive!
 Though His death was pardoned 'Round and 'round the world,
 The heart would not believe!

 Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men;
 Though altars built in Parliaments, they could not order men;
 Police arrested magic and magic went with them, ah!
 For magic loves the hungry....

 But magic would not tarry, it moves from arm to arm,
 It would not stay with them; it cannot come to harm:
 Magic is afoot! It cannot come to harm.
 It rests in an empty palm. It spawns in an empty mind.
 But magic is no instrument: magic is the End!

 Many men drove magic, but magic stayed behind; Many strong men lied.
 They only passed thru magic and out the other side!
 Many weak men lied. They came to Goddess in secret and 
 Though they left Him nourished, They would not tell Who healed;
 Though mountains danced before them They said that Goddess was dead!
 Though His shrouds were hoisted, the naked Goddess did live!

 Goddess is alive! Magic is afoot...Goddess is alive... Goddess is alive...
 Magic is afoot...

 This I mean to whisper to my mind: This I mean to laugh with in my mind:
 This I mean my mind to serve 'Til service is but magic, moving thru the world
 And mind itself is magic, coursing thru the flesh
 And flesh itself is magic, dancing on a clock,
 And Time itself, the magic length of Goddess!

 Goddess is alive...Magic is afoot...Magic is afoot...Goddess is alive..
 Magic is alive...Goddess is afoot...Alive is afoot...Goddess never died.
 Many strong men lied. They only passed thru magic and out the other side!
 This I mean to whisper to my mind: This I mean to laugh with in my mind:
 This I mean my mind to serve 'Til service is but magic, moving thru the world
 And mind itself is magic, coursing thru the flesh
 And flesh itself is magic, dancing on a clock,
 And Time itself, the magic length of Goddess!