

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse I] I wear a face the weekdays made I count my hours, dull and gray But leather, dust, and candle flame Are calling me by a truer name The drums remember who I am The road remembers how I roam I cross the line of timbered gates And every step feels like home [Pre-Chorus] I drop the weight I drag all year And breathe in deep ....I belong right here [Chorus] When the gates open to me And the banners cut the sky I am more than I pretend to be I am whole, and I am alive I wait all year, I ache, I swear For firelight and fiddle tone I am only truly myself When the fair gates call me home [Verse II] The seasons crawl, the months conspire To keep me dressed in modern skin My hands forget the honest work My voice whispers the songs within I mark the days like notches cut Upon a post I’ll one day burn Each mile calls like beating drums I know just what I yearn [Chorus] When the gates open to me And the banners cut the sky I am more than I pretend to be I am whole, and I am alive I wait all year, I ache, I swear For firelight and fiddle tone I am only truly myself When the fair gates call me home [Bridge] When the tents come down, I stay in place Half of me won’t leave that ground I walk away, but leave behind The truest heart I’ve ever found I'm just not me without those gates... [Final Chorus (strong, communal)] When the gates call home to me I hear the crowd and feel the stone My heart waits anxiously I’ll wait again, I always do With patience learned in aching bone I live between the opening bells Till the gates call home [Fade] I'll always come when they call A Rennie through and through So pull those gates and let me in Let me come back home
Tags
Medieval, male, male vocals, folk, violin, Irish, celtic, upbeat, harp, hand drum, bodhran
3:52
No
12/18/2025