Hecate's Wheel

Brede, Brede come to my house
Come to my house with promise of spring
Brede, Brede come to my house
On this, on this Imbolc Eve

This eve a feast prepared for you
As winters end is here
I’ll make your bed upon the hearth
Your healing fire is near

Brede, Brede come to my house
Come to my house with promise of spring
Brede, Brede come to my house
On this, on this Imbolc Eve

I’ll dress your well with flowers & leaves
Flowers & leaves, tie clooties to trees
I’ll dress your well with flowers & things
Your healing waters of spring

Brede, Brede come to my house
Come to my house with promise of spring
Brede, Brede come to my house
On this, on this Imbolc Eve

I’ll keep your flame, & hold it dear
Forever and a day
Your light returns at Candlemas
And so you’ll light the way

Brede, Brede come to my house
Come to my house with promise of spring
Brede, Brede come to my house
On this, on this Imbolc Eve

© Vicki Scotti 02/16/2014
Fearless Songwriter  Prompt -Nerissa Nields ‘Lesser Known Holiday’

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