Worn and Torn
By Greg Currie
May 14, 2005

This song has a country/western theme to the sound and takes images from urban Wicca.

 

G
Worn and torn
G               D   C
By the city and the street
C
Wear does a Pagan soul rest
     D                 G
When Green turns to concrete?          
Of a noble breed 
Whose brave new world is complete
Only to find their freedom
Is a shackle on their feet
A pale chalk circle
On a worn apartment floor
Marks a defiant boundary
And opens wide a sacred door 
She holds aloft now
A chalice from a second hand store
Drawing down a little moonlight
From the gods that she adores
An old song's sung
Air, Fire, Water, and of Earth
Raise a cone of power
From a divine well of rebirth
Worn and torn
By the city and the street
Wear does a Pagan soul rest
When Green turns to concrete?

 

Audio recording made Spring 2010 in Ottawa, Ontario at an informal bardic night.
2010 Greg Currie. Produced here with permission of the author.