Brigid’s Hearthsong

Under the ancient branches deep

Where the silent stones their secrets keep

Just a spark to light

the hearth fire bright

To guide us through the winter night (ahhhh)

Sing to the hills,

sing to the sky

Let the wild wind carry the cry

For the simple bread and the open door

We could never ask for more (heya-ho!)

In the rushing stream we find our path

In the laughter of the aftermath

With dirt on hands

and quiet peace

We find our sweet release (hey-oh-lay-lo)

We belong to the ridge and the stone (hey-oh-lay-lo)

We are never truly alone

Sing to the hills,

sing to the sky

Let the wild wind carry the cry

For the simple bread and the open door

We could never ask for more (heya-ho!)

For the earth, for the life,

for the home...