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Track The Crone Collects Bones-Live on Goddess Songs Compilation (Volume One). (4:51)
“The Crone Collects Bones”

Words and Music by Celia Farran

© 2016 Red Granite Goddess Publishing ASCAP

The Crone Collects Bones uh-huh.

She lives in the woods all alone uh-huh.

Hey little raccoon you don’t need those bones no more

cuz your soul is to the ethers and your body’s on the forest floor uh-huh.

The Crone Collects Bones.

The Crone gathers the bones uh-huh

She reads the symbols on the stones uh-huh.

She gathers up her herbs.

You may say it is absurd, but she can cure you of your ills

so you can shake those nasty pills.

She is the Crone. The Crone Collects Bones.

You are never alone.

You are Maiden, Mother, Crone.

So, Goddess gather up your bones.

Embrace the wisdom of the Crone.

And the town folk, they fear her. And they don’t know why.

Whenever they come near her They won’t look her in the eye.

They call her a Witch but they don’t know what it means.

She is their healer. Wise Woman Medicine Queen…..of the bones.

The Crone Collects Bones uh-huh.

She lives in the woods all alone uh-huh.

She gathers roots and flowers cuz she knows their magick powers.

She has the gift of sight. She can see you thru your darkest night.

The Wisdom of the Crone.

The Crone gathers the bones uh-huh.

The crystals and the stones uh-huh.

Her wild and wolven moans can bring the flesh back to your bones.

She can call your spirit home.

Do not fear….the wisdom of the Crone.

The Crone Collects Bones.

You are never alone.

You are Maiden, Mother, Crone.

So, Sister sing into those bones.

And claim the wisdom of the Crone.

And the town folk will fear you And you won’t care why.

Whenever they come near you You will look them in the eye.

Some may call you a Witch

But those who know what it means…

Will call you Healer. Wise Woman Medicine Queen….of the Bones.

Hey little raccoon you don’t need those bones no more

cuz your soul is to the ethers and your body’s on the forest floor uh-huh.

The Crone Collects Bones.

The Wisdom of the Crone.

She's singing to the bones.

Do not fear the Crone.

The Wisdom of the Crone.