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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cold salt on my tongue
Tar smoke in my hair
Old rope
New blood
In the teeth of the air
There’s a name on the wave
That the gulls won’t speak
And the moon turns her face
From the hull of this creak
[Chorus]
Black tide
Green shore
Will we see them
Evermore?
Raise your glass
Count your scars
Sing for the drowned beneath the stars
Black tide
Green shore
Hear them knocking at the door
Keep your back to the mast
’Til the dead wind passes past (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Cards cut in the galley
Three kings
All bones
Lantern swings wide
On a deck of old stones
There’s a hand on the rail
Cold as winter peat
But there’s nobody standing
Where the sea and shadow meet
[Chorus]
Black tide
Green shore
Will we see them
Evermore?
Raise your glass
Count your scars
Sing for the drowned beneath the stars
Black tide
Green shore
Hear them knocking at the door
Keep your back to the mast
’Til the dead wind passes past
[Bridge]
[Low fiddle and drum build under half-sung chant]
Who sails west
Sails out of time
Who speaks the oath
Forgets the line
Who tastes gold
Forgets their name
Who drinks deep
Will burn like flame (ohhh)
[Chorus]
Black tide
Green shore
Will we see them
Evermore?
Raise your glass
Count your scars
Sing for the drowned beneath the stars
Black tide
Green shore
Hear them singing from the floor
If they call you by your name
Do not turn
Don’t turn again
Details
GeneratedMar 22, 2026
Duration3:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Brooding Celtic sea shanty meets modern folk; low male vocals over hurdy-gurdy drone, bodhrán pulse, and octave mandolin. Verses stay hushed and close, with unison gang shouts on key words; chorus swells into layered harmonies and stomps. Fiddle weaves eerie modal lines, whistle takes a brief counter-melody in the bridge. Production leans raw and intimate, like voices in a stone-walled tavern during a storm., celtic, shanty
Credits
Prompt by
FireCloud
FireCloudModelAria v5
Prompt
A shanty sea chant mixed with Gaelic folk, modern Celtic folk. Dark and mysterious with a catchy chorus
