Inspirerad av måntråden fann jag den här på nätet.

 Moon over water, you rise into my heart.

Cool wind is blowing through the changes of my life.

Moon over water is flowing through my days.

In the silence of the night I see your face.

Mother crone your eyes enfold my child with soft embrace

and as I feel the changes of my life

I gather in your wisdom, sow your seeds of woman grace.

Oh heart mother, mother crone, heart mother, mother crone.

Innana hey, Innana hey, Innana hey, Innana hey, Innana hey, Innana hey hey ……

Mother Crone I weave my way and with my woman web.

May I seek to know your ways and honour your repose,

As I walk in your footsteps may my daughters walk in mine,

May your sons be filled with peace and love of woman kind.

Mist over sunrise I rest into your arms.

I feel the ebb and flowing of my tides.

Mist over sunrise you call to my soul.

As the seasons change I walk by your side.

Mother crone you guide me through the shadows of my life,

to see the changing beauty from within.

I shelter in your silence, feel the ways of death and life.

Oh, heart mother, mother crone, heart mother, mother crone.

Lyrics: Gyan McDonald.