Hail to Thee, oh Cross-roads Queen, how do you do?
The ashes of the offerings, household sweepings too,
A feast of eggs and onions, these things are your due.
Queen of Earth, and Sky, and Sea, and
Whose torches burn with Promethian Fire too.
These are playthings, and all us mortals too.
Guardian and Guide, along the midnight paths,
Where do you lead, and what coins are your due?
Whither do we wander, and what shall we do?
The Ashes of the offerings, the household sweepings too,
A feast of eggs and onions, these things are your due.
Standing at the cross-roads, whither wander you?
Hail to Thee oh, fair-haired Mighty Maiden Queen,
Clad in a Golden Hue,
Keeper of the Keys, Lady of the Hounds,
Broken things belong to you,
The Cross-roads coins are your due.
Hail to Thee, oh Cross-roads Queen, How do you do?
