go go am the virgo vir go vir go go go

am the virgo vaaa ra ra a ra

ah la la la la la viro virgo am the virgo ..

maiden maiden am the virgo maiden maiden maiden

am the virgo maiden

born under Thout, the month of Thoth —

the head of the Egyptian year,

the Opening of the Year,

when Sirius, the star of Isis,

rises over the Nile

and Nayrouz crowns the harvest season,

Akhet, the flood.

first month, first breath — the wheat,

the scribe, the seed —

Virgo wears the crown of the year.

five thousand years... same maiden in the sky wheat in her hand... watch her walk on by

go go am the virgo vir go vir go go go

am the virgo vaaa ra ra a ra ah la la la la la

viro virgo am the virgo ..

maiden maiden am the virgo maiden maiden maiden

am the virgo maiden

Babylon called her the Furrow in the field —

Shala with the grain, the harvest she would yield Egypt saw Isis: mother, magic, healer, light —

she dropped the ears of wheat,

and they spilled across the night

that fall of grain became the Milky Way —

the maiden wrote the stars the ancient way Persia's Ear of Wheat, the Hebrew harvest gold — every land, one maiden, same story told

she's the maiden with the wheat,

holding Spica's light sorting the grain from the chaff,

getting it right self-sufficient, complete,

she needs no throne — the maiden in the stars,

whole on her own

go go am the virgo vir go vir go go go

am the virgo vaaa ra ra a ra ah la la la la la viro virgo

am the virgo .. maiden maiden

am the virgo maiden maiden maiden am the virgo maiden

Greece knew her as Justice — Astraea, Dike, fair —

in the Golden Age she walked with mortals there eternal spring,

no aging, no one cruel —

then men grew unkind and broke the golden rule

one by one the gods withdrew to the divine —

but she stayed the longest, held the line 'til even she couldn't bear the fallen ground —

rose up to the stars,

next to the scales she found and they say she waits...

she'll come back down someday — when the Golden Age returns, she'll light the way

she's the maiden with the wheat,

holding Spica's light sorting the grain from the chaff,

getting it right self-sufficient, complete,

she needs no throne — the maiden in the stars,

whole on her own

and she's here today — she sees it all:

the shift in your mood, the hairline crack in the wall composed and quiet, a grace you can't ignore,

polished and calm — but oh,

there's so much more she don't love loud...

she loves you by the deed: she shows up, she fixes,

remembers what you need remembers your coffee, your meeting, your name — devotion in the small things,

that's her flame loyal and honest, picky,

she won't rest for less than the truest —

she waits for the best

go go am the virgo vir go vir go go go

am the virgo vaaa ra ra a ra ah la la la la la viro virgo

am the virgo .. maiden maiden

am the virgo maiden maiden maiden am the virgo maiden

but she overthinks, she frets, she hides the ache —

never satisfied, sure she made a mistake her red pen sharp,

the truth can cut you clean — but every flaw she names,

she named 'cause she has seen... (

she just wants it right... she just wants it right)

she's not too cold, ya... she just loves in a quieter light

five thousand years, same maiden, same wheat —

Isis, Astraea, the woman on your street

sorting the grain from the chaff, holding the light —

the maiden... complete... getting it right

(she waits for the golden age... and she gets it right)

go go am the virgo vir go vir go go go

am the virgo vaaa ra ra a ra ah la la la la la viro virgo

am the virgo .. maiden maiden

am the virgo maiden maiden maiden

am the virgo maiden