Old lady winter Caileach crone.
be gentle now give up your throne
for maidens come through winters born
a new queen is coming in the morn
be gentle now give up your throne
for maidens come through winters born
a new queen is coming in the morn
Dear bride of spring with gentle sun
soon your reign will be begun
Her gentle features of a child
dancing free among the wild
Birds sing their joy upon the ear
they know deep down that spring is near
among the vales the simple grange
Animals sence the suptile change
soon milk will flow from natures breast
The start of life will now be blessed
for bride of spring will soon mature
to mother summertime once more.
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