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.