Peter Conover—Metamorphic
All songs, words & music by P. Conover © 2001 except where noted otherwise.
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	Look for the Moon		Dream Street		Jack in the Green
	Dove		Circle In		The Tercel and the Rock Dove
	Lone Fox, Lone Wolf		Avalon is Calling		Make Them Well
	Sometime		Horses		The Gathering

LOOK FOR THE MOON words, P. Conover / music, P. Conover & R. Akin

LADY, LIGHT THE NIGHT SKY LADY, HEAR THE DRUMS THERE’S A FAUN IN THE FOREST PIPING LOVE SONGS AND YOUR CHILDREN TO THE CIRCLE SOON WILL COME SOON WE’LL COME LADY, HEAR THE OWL CRY LADY, LIGHT THE LAND WHERE YOUR WITCHES WORK YOUR WILL AND THE HUNTER LOVES YOU STILL AND YOUR CHILDREN IN THE CIRCLE SOON WILL STAND SOON WE’LL STAND we’ve seen the soldiers marching down through time ten thousand years we’ve watched our brothers die for other’s gain we’ve seen nine million hanged or burned for holding our beliefs we’ve heard the tortured crying out in pain we hid from persecution’s hand for twice eight centuries we saw the earth ripped up for ore and oil we toiled and paid the tax for seven thousand governments we saw the poisoning of sea and soil welcome to the Circle watch out for that man he’s got a great big crystal on he’s read a bunch of books he’s a New Age holistic capitalist so watch out you don’t get took he’s so centered on his seminar which centers on himself he’s missed the Moon didn’t see the Moon didn’t even look for the Moon look for the Moon LADY, LIGHT THE NIGHT SKY LADY, HEAR THE DRUMS THERE’S A FAUN IN THE FOREST PIPING LOVE SONGS AND YOUR CHILDREN TO THE CIRCLE SOON WILL COME SOON WE’LL COME LADY, HEAR THE OWL CRY LADY, LIGHT THE LAND WHERE YOUR WITCHES WORK YOUR WILL AND THE HUNTER LOVES YOU STILL AND YOUR CHILDREN IN THE CIRCLE SOON WILL STAND SOON WE’LL STAND we saw six million jailed and put to death for being Jews we built the bomb and took it to the skies we dropped and killed one hundred forty thousand Japanese we saw the wall go up built out of lies we took five hundred thousand Blacks from Africa as slaves we stole the Indians’ land and made them crawl we sent the Ku Klux Klan to ride the South four thousand strong we kept apartheid and the Jim Crow law we’ve seen three hundred million dollars spent on a new tank we’ve watched two thousand species as they fell we’ve seen that what is done to one is truly done to all we’ve heard enough to change things through ourselves welcome to the Circle watch out for that woman she’s got a great big crystal on she’s written several books she’s a self-actualized shamanic transformationalist major credit cards accepted so watch out you don’t get hooked she’s so focused in her pathworking the focus is herself and not the Moon never sees the Moon charts the phases of the Moon but never bothers to look for the actual Moon look for the Moon LADY, LIGHT THE NIGHT SKY LADY, HEAR THE DRUMS THERE’S A FAUN IN THE FOREST PIPING LOVE SONGS AND YOUR CHILDREN TO THE CIRCLE SOON WILL COME SOON WE’LL COME LADY, HEAR THE OWL CRY LADY, LIGHT THE LAND WHERE YOUR WITCHES WORK YOUR WILL AND THE HUNTER LOVES YOU STILL AND YOUR CHILDREN IN THE CIRCLE SOON WILL STAND SOON WE’LL STAND SOON WE’LL STAND SOON WE’LL STAND

DOVE words and music, P. Conover

dove, dove, dove, dove, where have you flown? where are you going, my love? dove, dove, dove, dove free can you fly, facing the winds blowing rough take me, receive the gift so; say you’ll return to me, I’ll let you go; make me the best friend you know. you, you, you, you, who have you been? who are you growing into? you, you, you, you, trust can you still? look to my heart, I am true. take me, receive the gift so; say you’ll return to me, I’ll let you go; make me the best friend you know. love, love, love, love, how do you feel? how am I real to you, dove? love, love, love, love, speak to me now; listen, let this be enough take me, receive the gift so; say you’ll return to me, I’ll let you go make me the best friend you know.

LONE FOX, LONE WOLF Based on “East Virginia,” traditional folk song
	one lone wolf
		hunted trails of craving
	one lone fox
		scavenged traps unfreed
	my hunger used
		domination lonesome
	your thirst abused
		isolation’s need
		isolation’s need
		scavenged traps unfreed

	she came of age
		ripe and lacking loving
	she laid her warmth bare
		to cold cruel fools
	inept they killed her care for herself and closed her
		leaving her to loathe pathetic little
		useless selfish tools
		useless selfish tools
		used by cold cruel fools

	he came through wars
		beat by desperate clinging
	he chained his slaves
		to his doubled lie
	fed up they walked away from his poisonous posing
		leaving him to choose to die or living
		learn to care and cry
		learn to care and cry
		and drop the doubled lie

	you found your lone wolf
		healed of packed possessing
	I found my lone fox
		reaching for a friend
	someday soon our starlight touching
		will soothe your wounds
		and mend my sins
		and mend my sins
		reaching for a friend

	your hands are strong
		though you do not trust them
	your eyes alive
		seek a sister’s bed
	I hear your heart asking acceptance
		near you I long
		to lay my head
		to lay my head
		seek a sister’s bed

	within your heart
		you are your woman
	knock at your own door
		you are welcome free
	within your arms
		you’re your own true lover
	Stacy you can be
		who you want to be
		who you want to be
		you are welcome free

	run free lone fox
		find your mate, she’s waiting
	carry your lone wolf’s love
		it will not end
	come back anytime
		when you need some listening
	teach me to teach you
		you were born to win
		you were born to win love
		it will not end

SOMETIME words, P. Conover / music, P. Conover & R. Akin

Sometime... in the depths of the city you’re gonna find it’s a losing game; sometime... when it all looks too pretty you’ll drop too far behind and forget your name. My love... was a bubblin’ blues angel; she was my drug, and she was my care. Without her suckin’ my soul I’d be left there to dangle; when I was inside her, thought I was somewhere. (instrumental) Sometime... in the depths of self-pity, you’ll realize you don’t want to use it anymore — sometime... when it all gets too shitty, you’ll open your eyes and admit you lose. Yeah, when nothin’s left to lose, you’re gonna say, “What have I got to lose?”

DREAM STREET words and music, P. Conover

His name is Shorty, and his drink is wine; in the alley he lays his head down — I wake him up when I tramp downtown and we share the time. The light is fading in his clouded eyes, But the years he’s lost are his prayer to the dreams he’s followed nowhere down Dream Street Dream Street runs through every town, and some friends of mine get mail there — but you won’t find it if you don’t dare to look down. The traffic’s heavy, sometimes, but it’s light out beyond the business district, where nobody buys or sells it, on Dream Street... Her head was heavy with the load I’d said to convince her soul I owned it, and it was past time for us to quit — our love was dead. Her restless vision looked beyond my hands as I tried to hang and hold on, and then she turned from me and walked, gone down Dream Street. The young man angry needs the chance to act on desires that he believes in — and if the chance is taken from him, he’ll lose the facts; his steps returning through tired memories will age him before his true time — will direct his frustrated mind to Dream Street. Dream Street runs through every town, and some friends of mine get mail there — but you won’t find it if you don’t dare to look down. The traffic’s heavy, sometimes, but it’s light out beyond the business district, where nobody buys or sells it, on Dream Street... Hey listen, buddy — ran into an old pal of yours last night, on Dream Street — he sends regards, and says Shoeshine Pete says, “Hello”... J.D. is wondering, how come you don’t write? and your brother says times are still hard, And Windy sends you a picture postcard from Dream Street. The breezes blowing crap along the curb follow Dream Street’s dangling sundown, driven by the new moon’s cracked frown in gusts unsure; I look behind me at the West, and then toward the East resume a fast pace — someday yet, I’ll find my own place on Dream Street. Dream Street runs through every town, and some friends of mine get mail there — but you won’t find it if you don’t dare to look down. If you’ve built castles in a dreamer’s air, don’t forget that’s where they must be — lay foundations under your needs on Dream Street... NOTE. “If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” — Henry David Thoreau, WALDEN

CIRCLE IN words and music, P. Conover For Circle, Celebrating 25 years, Samhain, 1999

when they misunderstand you and fear what you know persecution returns as the ignorance grows so it’s time for your circle to put out the word to speak up for your rights and make liberty heard circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle if they try to evict you because of your path if they take your child from you for doing witchcraft if they hate what you are and despise what you do then return to your circle and we’ll stand with you circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle when you’ve got city hall or the tax man to fight or the misinformation of the paranoid right if your freedom of worship is ever denied there’s a circle to call and there’s no need to hide circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle the owl gives a warning and the wind takes a change coyotes are howling and the thunder feels strange so watch the direction when the fox makes her run and return to your circle to see the work done circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle again circle in, circle in, circle thanks to Selena Fox

AVALON IS CALLING words, S. Conover & P. Conover / music, P. Conover For the people of Avalon

when the dawn is breaking and the barge moves silently across the water’s face then the mists come shining calling us to gather once again see it as it once was see the apple orchards and the oaks and mistletoe see the Chalice Well there see the Standing Stones upon the high and holy Tor honor they who dwell there the Horned Hunter and the Stag the Maiden and the Mother and the Crone who teaches us the ways of Avalon there’s a dark eyed Lady there with a heart that knows the Fae there’s a once and future King who inspires us to be brave there’s a place the eagles know and an ancient secret cave calling home a thousand years have passed now and the misty shores have long been lost to human eyes the path has long been hidden and the secrets have been guarded well still the old ways linger in the hearts of those who can recall the ancient lore Avalon is calling calling us to gather with the ones we’ve known before to meet and to remember to recognize and love again now the Lady beckons and we stand together in the mists of Avalon there’s a dark eyed Lady there with a heart that knows the Fae there’s a once and future King who inspires us to be brave there’s a place the eagles know and an ancient secret cave calling home thanks to Lhianna Sidhe

HORSES words, P. Conover / music, P. Conover & R. Akin
	The sun won’t slow down
		so I paint the sky brown
			as I walk on a dusty trail road

	The sun sinks low down
		through thick clouds tainted brown
			as I watch from this lonesome dirt road

	And the grass whispers, “Wind
		will blow on with no end
			when the Walker is ridden down cold.”

	The old stable stands still
		on a windswept grass hill
			in a plainsland I’m walking in dreams

	If you ride out, I will
		stand and wait here until
			you draw up, and tell me what they mean

	Then I’ll walk, and you’ll ride
		the flat fields side by side
			toward the West, where the tired twilight leans

	Saddled up, you’ll sit tall;
		by your side, I’ll step small,
			kicking burrs from the tongues of shoes

	Falling behind you, I’ll call
		to you, “This I am, all
			over earth, under sky, chasing you.”

	You’ll dismount him, he’ll blow,
		you’ll come to me, but “No,”
			you will hum when my hands take your two

	Chimes of thunder will strike out
		the sun as the light fails, and
			I’ll turn my gaze toward the sound

	And two horses, stark white
		will appear, born of night
			to gallop hard ’cross the buried day’s ground

	As they charge, a blind cry
		I’ll let scream, and they’ll fly
			with the wind, while the darkness surrounds

	“Mount me with you and speed,”
		I’ll plead, reaching in need
			for your touch, but you’ll be disappeared

	Where you stood with your steed
		a black Thief astride Greed
			will grin down, setting spurs to my years

	I’ll run crashing through weeds,
		desperate, throwing my seeds
			to the ditch his dark horse jumping clears

	He’ll hunt me down in the rocks,
		where a sleeping young fox
			hidden curled, I will tread, waking fears

	From the East, the dawn sun
		tears the silence from one
			man alone in a pasture, named me

	And the East-risen sun
		keeps the dawn from no one,
			so a horse, sweating steam, stares at me

	Who am I, walking so
		many miles, I don’t know,
			but I’ll miss you, and wish you’ll miss me

JACK IN THE GREEN Traditional, revised & arranged by P. Conover

Now winter is over, the elves are at play we’re all met again on the first day of May the young men are ready and the maidens are keen to go about dancing with Jack in the Green. Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, go about dancing with Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, go about dancing with Jack in the Green. Now Jack in the Green is a very strange being; he fades every fall and returns every spring. To welcome him back we will stir up our feet, and in return, Jack, he will ripen our wheat. Ripen our wheat, ripen our wheat, in return, Jack, he will ripen our wheat, ripen our wheat, ripen our wheat, in return, Jack, he will ripen our wheat. When Jack in the Green comes and touches the trees, he wakes up the woods and he brings back the leaves; he comes to our fields with his seed, it is said, and up comes the barley ’til old Jack is dead. Old Jack is dead, old Jack is dead, up comes the barley ’til old Jack is dead, old Jack is dead, old Jack is dead, up comes the barley ’til old Jack is dead. Now, every young girl knows that she must beware of Jack in the Green, for there’s strange powers there, and if he but touch you, as many can show, like the grain in the fields, so your bellies will grow. Bellies will grow, bellies will grow, like the grain in the fields, so your bellies will grow, bellies will grow, bellies will grow, like the grain in the fields, so your bellies will grow. Now, the fairies are out and the fields are in flower, naked we run into forest and bower. Now let the dance of the lovers be seen, as we touch the best part of young Jack in the Green. Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, touch the best part of young Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, touch the best part of young Jack in the Green. Bridge Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, touch the best part of young Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, touch the best part of young Jack in the Green.

THE TERCEL AND THE ROCK DOVE words & music, N. Mayfield
	There is a beach on the coast of Wales where, on a summer night, the sun doesn’t even think about setting until after ten o’clock. The sand is golden, the water is shining, and by then, the eastern sky is dark, the stars are out, and all that you see behind you are the cliffs — and not much else. It’s kind of a scary place to be alone. And once, there in this lonely place, two people met.
	The sun was low, the moon was young,
		the evening sky was bright,
	my tercel spied a rock dove
		and it broke away in flight.
	I followed, ever calling, and searching, and calling,
	I called for fear of losing my fair falcon to the sea.
	And then I saw a lady, alone on the rock shore —
	a lady with a rock dove gave my tercel back to me.
	The lady said,
	“The doves upon this rockpile
		are all sacred to the queen.
	Your life would pay the forfeit
		if this mischance had been seen.”
	I said,
	“How did you catch the tercel,
		whose name’s only known to me?
	How can you call a rock dove
		from the cliff above the sea?”
	And she said,
	“It does no good your calling, and searching, and longing,
	just go where goes your falcon. She’ll be waiting there for thee.”
	“My tercel could have well been lost
		upon the starry sea;
	I owe you a great debt now
		for returning it to me.
	“’Tis said this shore’s a peril
		for a traveler in the night —
	accept, please, my protection
		’til the morning brings the light.”
	But she said,
	“The people in this country
		own my time and hold my heart,
	but yes, sir, I will stay here,
		’til the time that we must part.”
	Our time upon that rockpile
		was an hour and a day;
	at darkfall on the next night,
		she softly slipped away.
	I followed after, calling, and searching, and calling,
	searching in the darkness, knowing not where she had gone.
	And then I saw the castle, perched high on the cliffside,
	an ancient, guarded relic, illuminated by the dawn.
	The guards, they brought me to the queen
		to listen to my plea;
	“I’ve come to pay the forfeit
		that I earned beside the sea.”
	But she said,
	“Your debt is to a maiden,
		not an old maid on a throne.
	Go back and seek your child-bride,
		not an old and withered crone.”
	I said,
	“It matters not what form you take,
		my goddess, queen, and wife;
	My fate is intertwined with yours
		in this and every life.
	It’s done no good, my calling, and searching, and longing,
	I’ve come to where the falcon goes, to claim you as my bride.”
	Then she smiled and said,
	“Well said, well said, my chosen one,
		my father, child, and love.
	Come with me to the sacred shore —
		the falcon claims the dove.”

MAKE THEM WELL words & music, P. Conover

make them sick make them sick make them sick make them sick make them sick they just make them sick they just make them sick downtown the prisoners chase the wages underneath the concrete and steel cages where the masters pay to hide fire on the lower east side the city feeds on fear and will allow no option but the economy of fear no choice for Gaia’s children no choice for Gaia’s children crammed into crowds where nobody breathes punching at time clocks and nobody breathes jumping through hoops again and again and humping through the loopholes I took a walk in the woods and I saw her riding by with a fire in her eye she had a fire in her eye she was riding with the wind riding with the wind she turned her horse and stopped for me she looked at me and she said make you sick make you sick make you sick they will make you sick make you sick she said they will make you sick they will make you sick we went down to the river to mark the passing of my friend he was poisoned in the end they made him sick and they took his wind and they call that a cost of business they flip the settlements with cash no thought for Gaia’s children no thought for Gaia’s children he was damned by his addiction they lit him up and they took him down ringing up sales on his consumption of their approved and legal toxins but I remember her woods and I wish that I were riding fast and quiet by her side a quiet fire in our eyes we would ride out with the wind go riding with the wind but I’m stopping for a light instead this city makes no sense to me, I said make me sick make me sick make me sick make me sick make me sick they just make me sick they just make me sick have you ever seen a child who brings you an injured bird and says, I can make it better watch me, I can make it well she tried, but they wouldn’t listen apathy is always busy no time for Gaia’s children no time for Gaia’s children have you ever heard a child say I want to make you well, dad I want to make you well I wish I’d known her then but she will die in her woods with her old horse by her side with a fire in her eye a fire in her eye if you make it out to see her tell her that I still hear her tell her that I remember when she looked at me and said you know what makes them tick makes them tick she said, you know what makes them tick makes them tick you know what makes them tick she said, you can make them well make them well she said, you can make them well make them well make them well she said, make them well make them well she said, make them well make them well make them well make them well make them well make them well make them well make them well make them well make them well

THE GATHERING words & music, A. NaMara

The gathering has nearly come to and end Soon village will turn to valley again Though it is hard to leave here and part with dear friends To help you and guide you, these wishes I send... May the love of the Gathering be always with you May the light of the Gathering help see you through May the spirit of the Gathering live in your heart Till we next meet again Merry Meet, Merry Part Through our love of the Goddess and love of the God We come here together from near and from far To live with each other and teach what we know To share with each other 'til the time we must go May the love of the Gathering be always with you May the light of the Gathering help see you through May the spirit of the Gathering live in your heart Till we next meet again Merry Meet, Merry Part When the next summer comes, we will join here again As brothers and sisters, as lovers, as friends We will dance in the moonlight, our hearts and minds free With our family in spirit, so mote it be May the love of the Gathering be always with you May the light of the Gathering help see you through May the spirit of the Gathering live in your heart Till we next meet again Merry Meet, Merry Part