Thig an nathair as an toll
Là donn Brìde,
Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd
Air leac an làir.
“The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Bríde,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground.”
Imbolc Candle Chant
Candle bright burning fire keep within you my desire.
Now listen to the words I speak and clear a path to what I seek.
Let my wishes all come try as they burn this night with you
Blessings to the coming Spring,
Come laughter, hope, and faery rings.
Winter’s tight and icy grip,
Slowly loosens, away it slips.
So welcome Spring with open heart
Farewell Winter as you depart.