Light the fire, Light the light
Show bright the candles high tonight
A wreath of fire around my head
Bright the Mothers blessings
We call in her stead

Hail to the frost King
In your palace of white
Rainbow sparkles the water this night
Guard ye round the circle of light

Hail to the Earth Mother
Who begins to awake from winters slumber
Hail Mighty Mother your grace we seek
Guard ye round this circles number

Hail Windblown Brother
So chill yet this night
Sweet is the promise of warm springtime's caress
Guard ye round our circle of light

Hail Mother Bridget, great Mother of fire
Your mantle of light we crave in this hour
Our wishes and hopes we bind to thy breast
Guard ye round our hopes in your loving bower

Count we now our blessings of the hour
Mourn we now those who passed the veil
Towards tomorrow we turn now our eyes
To the brightness of springtime's light we seek

Light the fires, let the torches burn high
Let the fields bonfires burn bright
To remind the land springtime is neigh

Gather we now the last of the fields
Corn dolls we make to hold our wishes so dear
Hung near the rafters to remind us clear
That we alone, make our own Wyrd

Hail the new born Sun,
Whom the great Mothers labor has brought
We make the Lighting, in all the windows bright
To bring the Sun child to shine his light

Weave we now the suns cross
To hang in the window light
Clean the house, clear the mind
We make ready for springtime tonight

Hail the horned one, bright stag of might
We call on your power to make the light
Feel the heartbeat, of the wild hunt tonight
One with the land, one with the right

Hail to the frost King
In your palace of white
Rainbow sparkles the water this night
Guarded ye round 0ur circle of light

Hail to the Earth Mother
Who begins to awake from winters slumber
Hail Mighty Mother your grace we seek
Guarded ye round this circles number

Hail Windblown Brother
So chill yet this night
Sweet is the promise of warm springtime's caress
Guarded ye round our circle of light

Hail Mother Bridget, great Mother of fire
Your mantle of light we crave in this hour
Our wishes and hopes we bind to thy breast
Guarded ye round our hopes in your loving bower

Blessings Be

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