Damh The Bard - Brighid

There's a tree by the well in the wood, That's covered in garlands, Clooties and ribbons that drift, In the cool morning air. That's where I met an old woman, Who came from a far land. Holding a flame o'er the well, And chanting a prayer. (Chorus) Goddess of fire, Goddess of healing, Goddess of Spring, welcome again. The told me she'd been a prisoner, Trapped in a mountain, Taken by the Queen of Winter, At Summer's end, But in her prison, she heard the spell, The people were chanting, Three days of Summer, And snowdrops are flowering again.