Ballad of Arianrhod
Mistress of poets dwells in Caer Sidi
the Lady of the Silver Wheel
she shines her light on Earth to light our way
Great Mother, she knows how we feel.
Her light reflects her glory on the seas
and stars kiss dark waters of night.
Arianrhod, our Lady of the Wheel
shine on us with heavenly light.
As the circle turns the wheel goes around
O Mother of the Celtic flame
your bards shall sing your praises through out time
as it was is now the same.
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