In the Belly of the Mother
Lyrics by Music for the Goddess © 1999. All rights reserved.
Over the snow, the light returns
The bravest flowers raise their heads
In expectation of spring
Quickening in the belly of the mother
Steady the wick and pour the wax
As we perform the chandler's tasks
Create enough to light the year
Flickering In the belly of the mother
Brigid light the sacred fire burning inside us all
Bless the bards that you inspire, we hear your divine call
Brigid guard the sacred fire burning inside us all
Bless the people you inspire, we hear your divine call
Over the fire the smiths do turn
The metal forms as the wood is burned
A cauldron forged for sacred things
Beckoning in the belly of the mother
Lady we call out your name
Drive away the dark
Feed the body and the soul
Your fire leaves no mark
Weave her cross out of straw
Wear her crown of light
Lay down on a Brigid's bed
Candles burn all night
Over the snow the light returns
We recognize the quickening
We know that the seeds of spring
Lingering in the belly of the mother