You are going home tonight to the arms of Brighid, to be held by Brighid, to be soothed by Brighid; you are going home tonight to be cared for by Brighid, and to sleep in the bed of the earth and in the home of the seasons.

The home of winter and the home of autumn, the home of spring and the home of summer. The home of Brighid of the Seasons while She Herself kisses you. Away with all sorrow, it is time to sleep.

Away with all sorrow, it is time to sleep. Away with all sorrow, it is time to sleep, wrapped tight in the mantle of the goddess Brighid.