Artist: Irish Whip
Song: Imbolc
Album: Not Even Close

The end of the winter
It is cold outside
The fire is our warmth
The fire is our light
Goddess of Poetry
She's a fiery arrow
We must please her well
Or we will live in sorrow

The fire is being fuelled
With specific woords
To welcome her arrival
To get her in a good mood
And to serve her well
A rowan rod was placed
In the heart of the fire
It was kind of hazed

On the next morning
As the night was gone
We checked for a sign
Like a footprint of a swan
Or another shape
A footprint of a goose
If the signs were there
They would never loose

If a mark was found
One thing you could tell
Life was getting better
Life was getting well
The Goddess never spoke
She was never seen
Each year on Imbolc
We'll hope she comes here