Bríd

(To the tune of "Jane" by Barenaked Ladies)

The hearth god of our grove has bright red hair
Her altar called to me while I went there
It wasn't long before I worshipped her
I wrote her songs and offered them as prayer

Bríd, the daughter of the Dagda as the stories tell
Bríd is water, rising from within the healing well
Bríd, Bríd

We light her candles and we bake her bread
We make a dolly and lay her in bed
On Brideog day, we travel all night long
She even thinks it's cool to write her punk rock songs

Bríd always saves our homes from fire with her cross
Bríd wants to give the women pieces of her cloth
Bríd, Bríd

I had a vision sitting at Fire Watch yesterday
Our lives could be better by being together
Building a community with Bríd

The hearth god of our grove has bright red hair
Her voice still calls me while I run things there
No problem is too big to handle
With offerings in front of her candle

Bríd inspires the midwives, healers, metalsmiths and bards
Bríd is fire 'cause every family has a kitchen hearth
Bríd, Bríd c'mon

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