The Ancient Springtime
The stone circle rises far away
The sarsen stones so tall
We travel there this very day
From Saxon feasting hall
This is the day, that tale we tell
Of springtime growing near
Amidst the winter snow and ice
Snowdrops are a sign of cheer
The lambing season, signs of joy
Time’s wheel in slow spin
Brigid pregnant with the sun
The seeds of soil begin
Now pour the milk upon the soil
A charm for me and you
The Imbolc ritual once again
At time of morning dew
The stone circle rises far away
The sarsen stones so tall
We travel there this very day
From Saxon feasting hall
This is the day, that tale we tell
Of springtime growing near
Amidst the winter snow and ice
Snowdrops are a sign of cheer
The lambing season, signs of joy
Time’s wheel in slow spin
Brigid pregnant with the sun
The seeds of soil begin
Now pour the milk upon the soil
A charm for me and you
The Imbolc ritual once again
At time of morning dew
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