01/31/2024
Song for Imbolc
The lambs are a-coming, the ewes are awaiting,
They sing lullabies as they dance in the snow,
But spring will soon be here, the earth it is waking,
The wheel it is turning toward life force regrown.
Come Bridie, the maiden, come Bridie, the mother, come Bridie, the crone
At your time of the year,
We honor your knowings, please bless all our sowings, and bless all our birthings
And young ones so dear.
A true merry meeting, a tiny corn dolly, and soon she will bless all the
Seeds that we sow,
The rain will fall gently like blessings from heaven,
Our brideog will infuse new life from below.
Come Bridie …
Now open your windows and open your doorways
And let in the scent of the earth and the rain,
Dear Bridie, come join us, your bed is awaiting,
Please bless our household with springtime again.
Come Bridie …
And now light her pathway with three candles burning,
One for the maiden, the mother, the crone,
The lambs in the fields wait for new life’s returning,
The wheel turns but once and the seeds will be sown.
Come Bridie…
