We sing a song to Brigid, an Irish goddess of spring, who awakens the fields and flowers and calls the birds to sing. Brigid welcomed all at her door and helped the poor, sick, and sore. She laid her cloak on the ground and watched it grow, spreading her blessings of wells, streams, and green fields.
We sing a song to Brigid, an Irish goddess of spring, who awakens the fields and flowers and calls the birds to sing. Brigid welcomed all at her door and helped the poor, sick, and sore. She laid her cloak on the ground and watched it grow, spreading her blessings of wells, streams, and green fields.
We sing a song to Brigid, an Irish goddess of spring, who awakens the fields and flowers and calls the birds to sing. Brigid welcomed all at her door and helped the poor, sick, and sore. She laid her cloak on the ground and watched it grow, spreading her blessings of wells, streams, and green fields.