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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I left with the dawn in my pocket
A crumb of bread and a crooked map
Moss on the stones by the gate
And rain in the fern’s green lap
I heard blackbirds tuning the hedges
A thrush on the elder tree
I followed a ribbon of sunlight
That only belonged to me
[Pre-Chorus]
No need to hurry me now
No chain on my ankle today
The path kept opening wider
As the last fog drifted away
[Chorus]
I am free, free, free
Under the beech and the ash
(I am free, free, free)
The woods know my name at last
I am free, free, free
With the leaves and the birdsong
(not lost, just gone)
I bloom where I belong
[Verse 2]
A fox left a print in the mud there
One red brush through the rain
I knelt by a stream full of pebbles
And learned their patient refrain
A spider stitched silver on bracken
A beetle turned in the shade
Every small thing was answering
In the softest way it could say
[Pre-Chorus]
No need to hurry me now
I’m listening close as I go
The whole green world is speaking
In a language I already know
[Chorus]
I am free, free, free
Under the beech and the ash
(I am free, free, free)
The woods know my name at last
I am free, free, free
With the leaves and the birdsong
(not lost, just gone)
I bloom where I belong
[Bridge]
If you ask where I’m going
I’ll point to the bend in the light
To the fern with the dripping shoulder
To the owl that sleeps in bright
Let the footpath keep its secret
Let the creek keep making its song
I was never made for running
I was made to wander on
[Chorus]
I am free, free, free
Under the beech and the ash
(I am free, free, free)
The woods know my name at last
I am free, free, free
With the leaves and the birdsong
(not lost, just gone)
I bloom where I belong
Details
GeneratedJun 18, 2026
Duration4:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Ethereal Celtic folk with female vocals, lilting 6/8 pulse and fingerpicked acoustic guitar under harp, bodhrán brush taps, and airy low whistle; verse stays intimate with voice, guitar, and room tone; pre-chorus opens with cello and handclaps; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a dancing fiddle line. Breathy lead, close-mic verses, soft doubles on the hook, whispery ad-libs, leaf-rustle transitions, birdsong field textures, warm and luminous mix, acoustic, gentle, celtic, warm, female vocals, folk
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Ethereal Celtic folk with female vocals, listening to leaves & birdsong, exploring forest paths alone, not lonely but free, curious and observant, warm acoustic textures, gentle wonder, nature’s music
