Maiden, Mother & Crone Lyrics

	作曲 : Cronise, Sword
	The maiden sitting by her pool
	Was first to hear my pleas
	As she gazed into the water
	She recited these words to me:
	Walk not down that road
	I can not tell you where it goes
	Ask me no more questions
	Some things you weren't meant to know
	The mother toiling in the fields
	Her apron full of seeds
	She dropped them to the earth
	As she recited these words to me:
	Walk not down that road
	I can not tell you where it goes
	Ask me no more questions
	Some things you weren't meant to know
	The greater mysteries
	Cannot be shown
	Divided by three
	They are the maiden, the mother, the crone
	Finally I found the crone
	Walking through the trees
	She looked in my eyes
	And she recited these words to me:
	Go before the maiden
	Fall down to your knees
	Should you win her favor
	She may tell you what she sees
	The harvest is reaped
	Seeds are sown
	Multiplied by three
	She is the maiden, the mother, the crone

	zuo qu : Cronise, Sword
	The maiden sitting by her pool
	Was first to hear my pleas
	As she gazed into the water
	She recited these words to me:
	Walk not down that road
	I can not tell you where it goes
	Ask me no more questions
	Some things you weren' t meant to know
	The mother toiling in the fields
	Her apron full of seeds
	She dropped them to the earth
	As she recited these words to me:
	Walk not down that road
	I can not tell you where it goes
	Ask me no more questions
	Some things you weren' t meant to know
	The greater mysteries
	Cannot be shown
	Divided by three
	They are the maiden, the mother, the crone
	Finally I found the crone
	Walking through the trees
	She looked in my eyes
	And she recited these words to me:
	Go before the maiden
	Fall down to your knees
	Should you win her favor
	She may tell you what she sees
	The harvest is reaped
	Seeds are sown
	Multiplied by three
	She is the maiden, the mother, the crone

	zuò qǔ : Cronise, Sword
	The maiden sitting by her pool
	Was first to hear my pleas
	As she gazed into the water
	She recited these words to me:
	Walk not down that road
	I can not tell you where it goes
	Ask me no more questions
	Some things you weren' t meant to know
	The mother toiling in the fields
	Her apron full of seeds
	She dropped them to the earth
	As she recited these words to me:
	Walk not down that road
	I can not tell you where it goes
	Ask me no more questions
	Some things you weren' t meant to know
	The greater mysteries
	Cannot be shown
	Divided by three
	They are the maiden, the mother, the crone
	Finally I found the crone
	Walking through the trees
	She looked in my eyes
	And she recited these words to me:
	Go before the maiden
	Fall down to your knees
	Should you win her favor
	She may tell you what she sees
	The harvest is reaped
	Seeds are sown
	Multiplied by three
	She is the maiden, the mother, the crone

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