I bleed for spring that will never come
I fear I have a barren Imbolc
The frost it has taken it it's toll

Come in your bed is ready
Rest now your head and your heart are heavy

Chugat a thána’ mé ag gearán mo scéil chugat
A Bhrighid Naofa

I bleed for spring that will never come
I fear I have a barren Imbolc
Doesn't the frost know something i don't

Come in your bed is ready
I'd love you if you would let me

Chugat a thána’ mé ag gearán mo scéil chugat
A Bhrighid Naofa