Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cold stone under my hands
Sky still holding its breath
Smoke curls up from a chimney
Daylight edges the crest
Your voices float from the village
Names I don’t even know
Bare feet dusted in sunrise
Lifting skirts in a slow turn
[Pre-Chorus]
I thought I came here alone
Now my heart feels spoken for
[Chorus]
Come up
Come up to the old stone wall
Bring your stories
Bring your songs
Bring it all
Let the morning find us laughing
As the shadows fall away
Come up
Come up
Let the hilltops hear
Every heartbeat
Every cheer
Every tear
If you’re wandering
If you’re waiting
This is your day
Come up
Come up my way
[Verse 2]
Hands stained deep with the harvest
Lines by your eyes from the years
Children chasing the swallows
Braids tied tight against fear
You spin in circles of color
Lanterns pale in the gray
I learn the steps as I stumble
You just pull me into the sway
[Pre-Chorus]
I thought my roots were all gone
Then you called my name in your tongue
[Chorus]
Come up
Come up to the old stone wall
Bring your stories
Bring your songs
Bring it all
Let the morning find us laughing
As the shadows fall away
Come up
Come up
Let the hilltops hear
Every heartbeat
Every cheer
Every tear
If you’re wandering
If you’re waiting
This is your day
Come up
Come up my way
[Bridge]
I don’t know the words yet
But my hands know where to go
Clap with yours on the off-beat
Follow footsteps in the road
Every turn
Every shoulder
Says you’ve saved me a place
Till the hill and the village
Wear the same bright face
[Chorus]
Come up
Come up to the old stone wall
Bring your stories
Bring your songs
Bring it all
Let the morning find us laughing
As the shadows fall away
Come up
Come up
Let the hilltops hear
Every heartbeat
Every cheer
Every tear
If you’re wandering
If you’re waiting
This is your day
Come up
Come up my way
Style
gentle acoustic folk with low alto female vocalssoft fingerpicked guitar and subtle upright bass. verses stay intimate and close-mic’dwith brushed snare and accordion swelling in the pre-chorus. chorus blossoms into warm group harmonieshand percussionand a hint of fiddlelike a village joining in. dynamic arc from quiet dawn stillness to invitingcommunal uplift by the final chorus.lowfemale vocals
Prompt
A song in low alto female voice, sitting on an old stone wall watching the dawn break over the distant hill. And falling in love with the people, the traditions, the dances. Calling to bring them in.
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Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthGeneratedApr 5, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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