Track · May 19, 2026 · English
Briar Cottage Door
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
At the edge of the field
By the foxglove lane
There’s an old stone cottage
With a name none say
She keeps nettle, yarrow
And rowan on the sill
And the door stands open
To the hill
[Verse 2]
Her shelves smell of anise
Of thyme and rain
Of peppermint bruised
In a blue jar plain
Folks come with their worry
With their cough and ache
With a heart gone hollow
For her hands to make
[Pre-Chorus]
She says, “Sit a while
Let the day fall through”
Crush a leaf between
What the old hands knew
Breathe that green deep
Let it find your chest
There’s a place for breaking
There’s a place for rest
[Chorus]
Breathe deep, breathe deep
At the cottage door
Breathe deep, breathe deep
Till you ask for more
Herbs and flowers
Spill like prayer
Come in tired, come in plain
Leave with air
[Verse 3]
Marigold and meadowsweet
Against the stone
Chamomile and comfrey
Never left alone
A basket of daisies
A jar of pine
The room is a garden
At supper time
[Verse 4]
Men come from the bog road
Women from the mill
Young ones with their fever
Old ones with a chill
They speak of lost husbands
They speak of long years
She listens like rain on
The thatch roof clear
[Pre-Chorus]
She says, “There, there now
Let your shoulders fall”
A pinch of bitter root
A tea for all
Breathe that green deep
Let it fill your bones
No one leaves her doorway
Quite alone
[Chorus]
Breathe deep, breathe deep
At the cottage door
Breathe deep, breathe deep
Till you ask for more
Herbs and flowers
Spill like prayer
Come in tired, come in plain
Leave with air
[Bridge]
When the frost bites hard
And the hawthorn sleeps
She lights her lamp by the jars
And the silence keeps
Every name she’s mended
Every tear she knew
In the dark she gathers
What the field will do
[Final Chorus]
Breathe deep, breathe deep
At the cottage door
Breathe deep, breathe deep
Till you ask for more
Herbs and flowers
Spill like prayer
Come in tired, come in plain
Leave with air
Style
irish folk ballad in a lilted 6/8 sway with bodhránlow fiddle droneconcertinaand handclaps; verse stays intimate with voice and sparse stringspre-chorus opens on humming drones and rising harmonychorus blooms with full fiddletin whistleand a stamped-out cadence. lead vocal is warm and weatheredwith soft doubles and communal hums. dewy chimesboot-scuff room soundand a gust of reed flute add texture. brightrusticand close-mic.deepenglish
Prompt
An Irish song about the old woman in the cottage on the threshold of forest and field, apothecary, herbs and flowers a cacophony of colors and smells, ppl coming to talk, to heal, to breathe deep
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Brigids_HearthGeneratedMay 19, 2026
ModelZona