Imbolc Song (sung to the tune of the air “The Flower of Finae”)
Bright red is your flame on a cold winter’s morning, We welcome your touch at the Spring’s early dawning, Come Brigit, bright maiden, awaken the land, Come Brigit, bright maiden, be welcome this day. The craftsman you guide him, his hands you are shaping, You teach us the skills and the beauty of making. Come …
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