Come, Ostara, maiden of the morn;
Starlight glitters through the mist before the dawn.
Come, Ostara, spirit of rebirth;
Magick stirring in the cradle of the Earth.
And sing, rejoicing in the swelling of the buds,
Sing for the trees and the greening of the woods.
And sing! The cock crows welcoming the dawn;
Sing for the light of the forest reborn.

Come, Ostara, caring as the dam,
Lending succour to the kitten and the lamb.
Come, Ostara, bringing love to share,
Laying warmth upon the fledgling and the hare;
And sing, rejoicing in the sowing of the fields,
Sing for the Sun and the power nature wields.
And sing! The Green Lord dances in the light;
Sing for the day and the passing of night.

Come, Ostara, burgeoning with love;
Cast enchantment on the seabhac and the dove.
Come, Ostara, bringer of desire;
Heartbeats quicken in the kindling of the fire.
And sing for lilies offered to the blushing maid;
Sing for the courtship and laughter in the glade.
And sing for pledges plighted there in truth,
Sing for the joy and the promise of youth.