Berehynia or Bereginia (Russian: Береги́ня, Ukrainian: Береги́ня, Polish: Brzeginia) is a female spirit (Vila) in Slavic mythology, which recently came to be regarded as a "Slavic goddess" with a function of "hearth mother, protectoress of the home" in late 20th century Ukrainian romantic nationalism centered on matriarchal myth.
Originally, obscure shadowy ghost-like naiads similar to Rusalkas lived along the rivers, lakes, and ponds, and were considered ill-tempered and dangerous. A water-bank where they were thought to be found was to be avoided by young men and women, especially in the dark.
Early in the 20th century fakeloristic scholarship speculated that the Berehyni combined a prehistoric Scythian earth-goddess and rusalky (guardians of the banks).
Since Ukrainian independence in 1991, she has undergone a fakeloric metamorphosis, and today is identified as a combination of the "hearth-mother" (associated with the guardianship of the nation itself) and the rusalka. This metamorphosis has its roots in the late 1980s, as several Ukrainian writers sought to personify their vision of an ideal Ukrainian woman. Consequently, Berehynia today also has a place in Ukrainian nationalism, feminism, and neopaganism. The re-interpretation as "protectoress" is due to a folk-etymology, which associates the name, which is derived from the word bereh (Russian bereg) "river bank", with the unrelated verb berehty (Russian berech) "to protect".
Once a mother stood on a corner
Tears betrayed her painted smile
She was trading in her halo
For just enough to feed her children
Then an old man, cold and hungry
Saw her crying and he stopped
He gave her his one possession
A shining silver pocket watch
There's no cross that love won't bear
And when you're down to your last prayer
It will be the saving grace
In the depths of your despair
There's no cross that love won't bear
So the old man found a dumpster,
Crawled inside and went to sleep
As he drifted into slumber
He prayed the Lord, his soul to keep
Then the mother with her halo
Came to him in a dream
And he woke up in a mansion
His silver watch there on it's chain
There's no cross that love won't bear
And when you're down to your last prayer
It will be the saving grace
In the depths of your despair
There's no cross that love won't bear