Oh Blessed Beltane
Oh blessed be
Tonight the Queen of the Fairies
Áine
Appears on her white charger
To enchant and tempt all who wish to follow her
In her white suit of armour
To Faeryland
The Fairy Queen who comes
Rides in front for all the anointed to see
Gowned in green silk and a halo of light
Eyes a glow like woodland groves
Where no one only kin
Dare follow for only they know
So if you see or feel a gust of wind and hear the golden bells ring
Which hang from the black leather harnesses of the Fairy Queen's steed
As they joyously sing
It might be best to lay in the woodland hides
And you she may pass
Or you could follow
As she rides
For the Fairy Folks on Beltane
Tonight they raid
For here comes the Wild Riders from the across the Shee
So light up all the yellow hay
Like beacons on Bridles Way
And ring those golden bells
To guide the Named few to cross the Fairy folks fells
In this year
Let the Beltane fires burn and the Maypole dances come alive
So many can sing dance and pray
Until the dawn cockerel screams
To break her Beltane spell
As Summer announces the start of a new day
Copyright John Duffy
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