Teach me, oh my Priestess, teach me all your lore
Tell me legends and the myths of what has gone before
I'm your faithful student, my heart shall be pure
Teach me, teach me, teach me - I can never ask for more.
You know that I try so hard to raise the cone of power
I dressed and burned the candles right upon the "witching hour"
And if I fail I come to you for there is just one cure
Teach me, teach me, teach me - I can never ask for more.
Give me lists of books to read, I'll read every one
I promise to take notes until my hands are cramped and numb
I shall rise before the dawn each day to greet the sun
Just teach me, teach me, teach me, there is knowledge to be won.
Teach me herbs and glyphs and spells and I will memorize
I'll study until pentagrams dance before my eyes
I'll even learn to meditate while tangled on the floor
Just teach me, teach me, teach me - I can ask for nothing more.
Share with us your light and love, share with us your smile
Tradition we're developing as well as our own style
So when your students yearn to learn like moths drawn to a flame
Just teach them, teach them, teach them, someday they will do the same.
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