Brighid – Damh The Bard – letras

There’s a tree by the well in the woodThat’s covered in garlandsClooties and ribbons that driftIn the cool morning airThat’s where I met an old womanWho came from a far landHolding a flame o’er the wellAnd chanting a prayerGoddess of fire, Goddess of healingGoddess of Spring, welcome againThe told me she’d been a prisonerTrapped in a mountainTaken by the Queen of WinterAt Summer’s endBut in her prison, she heard the spellThe people were chantingThree days of SummerAnd snowdrops are flowering againShe spoke of the Cell of the OakWhere a fire is still burningNineteen priestesses tend the Eternal FlameOh but of you, my LadyWe are still learningBrighid, BrigantiaThe Goddess of many namesThen I saw her reflection in the mirrored wellAnd I looked deep in her faceThe old woman gone, a maiden now knelt in her placeAnd from my pocket I pulled a ribbonAnd in honour of her maidenhoodI tied it there to the tree by the well in the wood