Out of the dark her rip'ning seed
The light within the womb of Brid
Soon Maiden becomes mother
Tis the time of Blodeuwedd
Ostara dons her floral wreath
and maiden becomes mother

OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!
OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!

Snowdrops seen in patches of green
Along her train of melting snow
Where she treads, they bow their heads
To she who makes flowers grow

OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!
OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!

The warming Earth, Her scent so sweet
With lamb and rabbits round her feet
offered in her honor
The sun plays in her flowing hair
The robin's egg all nesting there
in greening robes that don her

OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!
OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!

The trees once quiet are now all o'riot
With wren and robin singing
Blue and bright, the skies are in flight
With flocks of birds now winging

OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!
OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!

Forget-me-nots and creeping phlox
Are tangled in her fiery locks
Their colors all become her
A comely queen, our Lady Spring
Her lovely eyes of palest green
Grow darker by mid-summer

OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!
OSTARA! OSTARA! OSTARA!

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