This is a little song by J. David Moore, my best friend in life, and an awfully good composer. He's quite well known for this sort of thing, though mostly in the secular realm. It's simple, but that's pretty much the point. With a little call and response, any group should be able to learn it quickly. Enjoy. In case you're having any trouble reading the words, they go like this. Under the snow, Brigid, trembles the seed, Brigid, wakes from a dream of winter/warm us, wake us, turn us to the light of morning.

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