There's a tree by the well in the woods 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 singing a prayer. Goddess of fire, Goddess of healing, Goddess of Spring, welcome again. She 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 a spell the people were chanting, Three days of Summer, and snowdrops are flowering again. She spoke of the Cell of the Oak where a fire is still burning, Nineteen Priestesses tend the eternal flame, Oh but of you, my Lady, we are still learning, Brighid, Brigantia, the Goddess of Many Names. (Bridge) Then I caught her reflection in the mirrored well, And looked deep into her face, The old woman gone, a maiden now knelt in her place. From my pocket I pulled a ribbon, And in honour of her maidenhood, I tied it there to the tree by the well in the wood. Goddess of fire, Goddess of healing, Goddess of Spring, welcome again.

The day is done I turn my gaze towards the setting sun, I taste the incense on the air, I hear the sound of drums, The chill of the evening descends. All day long I've been working hard for the man, But now's the time to ditch this skin and be who I am, Some people just don't understand, You can keep your Devil I'll dance with Pan! For I will fly free, On the wings of ecstasy, And I will dance free, To the music of Faerie. Imbolc, Beltane, Lughnasadh and Samhain, Equinox and Solstice, On hilltops in forests tonight, To the Sabbat I will ride. I will dance with the Fearie Queen beneath the silver moon, I will taste the honey mead and chant the Witch's Rune, My heart with the pulse of the land. Witness now the union of chalice and of blade, Of life and death and life again the union is made, By power of land and of sea, By power of will, so mote it be! The night is done the sun will rise on a brand new day, And I along with millions go out to earn our pay, People see just what they want to see. But I have danced with the Faerie Queen, shared the mead of the sun. I have worn the Oaken Crown before the Horned One, And I'll know it's time to return, When I see those Pagan fires burn!

Lugh the light of summer bright clothed all in green Tailtiu his mother true rise up and be seen At the festival sound the horn, calling the people again Child of Barleycorn, newly summerborn, ripening like the grain. The child grew tall from spring to fall he's off to find a wife But Balor came to make his claim and swore to take his life The two did fight from noon 'till night when Lugh did strike him one And Balor's eye flew in the sky and there became the sun Lugh was wed and made his bed with Erin in the north And there they lay for many a day and soon a child came forth The child grew tall from spring to fall, Setanta was his name And then at length by honor's strength CuChulainn he became