The Question Song
By:  Ian Corrigan

The moon is high upon the hill,
And we have come to work our will.
What is your will, o children wise-o?
To call the queen who rides the skies-o
Our silver queen who rides the skies.

But is she dark or is she bright?
How shall you know her in the night?
What is her token to her own-o
That she among you might be known-o
That she among you might be known..

She is bright as starlight clear
Yet in the dark we know her near
The threefold moon is her own sign-o
That we may know her as divine-o
That we may know her as divine.

How shall you call her from the stars?
How shall she hear you from afar?
And if she comes in to this pace-o
How shall you name her threefold grace-o?
What shall you name her ancient grace?

We dance the circle nine times nine
We hold on high her holy sign
Draw down the moon upon the green-o
Come to Diana as our queen-o
Hail to Diana our bright queen.

The moon is high upon the hill,
And we have come to work our will.
What is your will, o children wise-o?
To call the queen who rides the skies-o
Our silver queen who rides the skies.