Ceres hands have been at rest
Now she spins her spells anew
And the land is freshly blessed
Magic sparkles in the dew
Her song of rebirth wakes her daughter
Hidden in the ancient depths
Held in night that brings no day

Persephone has been away
Bringing comfort under earth
Distraction in the realms of death
Where darkness broods in Pluto’s lap
Until in time she is released
To shine in glory once again
Child of Spring and Summers breath

April showers bring the rainbows
Seven coloured belt so rare
Girdled round Persephone’s waist
Scattered daisies in her hair
Dancing bare foot in the grass
Whirling, spinning, wild and wanton
She spreads enchantments everywhere
Where she steps the flowers bloom
And we know that winter’s past