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Holy Days of Winter

by Diane Patterson

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Ancient Starlight Dance Cymbals ringing, rounds we’re singing Circling, ancient starlight dance Longest night of the year, we journey Priestess drum beat, lovers entranced Along the leylines of earth, we travel Come to the ancient temple throne Sacred hag carved over the doorway Touch her yoni, touch the source Move through the passageway of birth Into our mother’s ritual womb In to the shrine, to the mead, to the smoke Creating healing the seasons invoke Sunlight streams on solstice morn Enters the chamber and lights up the orbs Then through death is born new light Peace on earth is born this night! Cymbals ringing, rounds we’re singing Circling, ancient starlight dance Longest night of the year, we journey Priestess drum beat, lovers entranced
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Holy Land, lyrics by Diane Patterson For timeless souls, just one, a billion The tavern master winks, then listens Speak your heart, oh simple pilgrim Let devotion send your visions You, peace-seeking, traveling lover Have no fear to love another Lift your song upon this bridge That spans to every holy land Let there be love and light And we'll wander through those swinging doors Where wild birds can then fly through Those swinging doors to me and you Build a bridge, this is holy land Build a prayer, it's all holy land Build a bridge to holy lands With open hearts and healing hands Where love is simply traded clean For love and care and healing things Build a bridge just rocks and bones And simple things that stack and hold Like memories of loving times And words that kindle and inspire Build a bridge of eagle wings And condor eggs and fragile things Just strong enough to hold us well So we can all still break the spell So wild birds can still fly through Those swinging doors to me and you It's all holy land through the pilgrim's eye Where every rock and tree's alive It's all holy land cause we're waking up And every drop is in a sacred cup It's all holy land! The soul has come through the jade screen To wander in this world of dreams It's all holy land.

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released January 1, 2011

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Diane Patterson Ashland, Oregon

Folkgoddess Diane Patterson sings the world awake with powerful voice and revolutionary lyrics. Her sincere spirit and roots storytelling plant seeds of respect and justice. She’s fueled by music-as-activism and love-as-revolution. Made in New Orleans, Diane’s new 2018 album features Mike Napolitano and Ani DiFranco. ... more

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