The Song of the Eight Sisters


The Song of the Eight Sisters

Traditional Nadene (Stag) Tribe children’s song

 

Eight sisters went to the hawthorn grove

Eight sisters to guard and to rest

Eight sisters went to the oaks and the ash

But only seven sleepers are left

 

One maiden guided her sisters there

Two maidens called down the trees

Three maidens sang to the youngest one

But one maiden yearned to be free

 

Eight sisters slept to protect the tribe

Eight sisters slept in the light

Eight sisters slept and their dreams were sweet

But one sister woke in the night

 

Seven are the sisters who gave their lives

Seven are the spirits there lie

Seven are the sleepers who dream our grove

But one sister whispered “Not I.”

 

Seven are the sisters who woke to the world

Eighth was the one with no name

Carry her here when the darkness is gone

And eight there will be once again

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