Ski God’s Jig

[Verse 1]
Frozen ridge
Breath like smoke in the dawn
Wool cap
Green
Old clan crest half gone
He carves runes
In the snow with each turn
Every spray
Like a prayer that still burns
[Chorus]
Ski god
Dance your celtic jig (hey!)
Down the mountain
Cut it big
Red beard laughing in the wind you ride
Ski god
Draw your tangled lines
On this white hill
Old as time
We all chase your tracks
Too slow behind
[Verse 2]
Crowd at base
Stamping boots in the ice
Pipes cry out
As he drops
Rolling dice
Black rock teeth
But he skips
Never slips
Whistles low
With a grin on his lips (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Ski god
Dance your celtic jig (hey!)
Down the mountain
Cut it big
Red beard laughing in the wind you ride
Ski god
Draw your tangled lines
On this white hill
Old as time
We all chase your tracks
Too slow behind
[Bridge]
Lift creaks
Sky shakes
He just winks
Then he takes
One last run
One last leap
Over fences
Over sleep
[Chorus]
Ski god
Dance your celtic jig (hey!)
Down the mountain
Cut it big
Red beard laughing in the wind you ride
Ski god
Draw your tangled lines
On this white hill
Old as time
We all chase your tracks
Too slow behind

Lively Celtic jig with male vocals; tin whistle and fiddle trading the main riff over bouncing bodhrán and upright bass. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus explodes with stomping boots, clapping accents, and rowdy gang shouts on the hook. Bright acoustic guitar strums glue everything; a brief instrumental dance break lets the melody spin before a final shout-along chorus., celtic