Waiting By The Quiet Shore

[Verse 1]
Soft on the sill
Night leans in to listen
Candle a tremble
Wax running like time
Your name in the steam
On the glass by my shoulder
Fade
Then return
Like you in my mind
[Chorus]
I am waiting by the quiet shore
Calling you
Calling you
Every wave that breaks will bring
Some trace of you
Trace of you
If it takes a hundred winters more
I’ll leave the door unbarred
The latch undone
I am waiting by the quiet shore
For you
My only one
[Verse 2]
Fields have grown wild
Where we walked in the heather
Larks in the air
Still singing your tune
I talk to the wind
Like you’re just out of hearing
Pause for your answer
And swallow the room (oh…)
[Chorus]
I am waiting by the quiet shore
Calling you
Calling you
Every wave that breaks will bring
Some trace of you
Trace of you
If it takes a hundred winters more
I’ll leave the door unbarred
The latch undone
I am waiting by the quiet shore
For you
My only one
[Bridge]
Will you know this house
By the ivy on the stone?
Will you know this voice
That’s grown thin from sleeping alone?
If you speak my name
In the dark before the dawn (before the dawn)
I’ll hear it
I’ll hear it
And I’ll carry you home
[Chorus]
I am waiting by the quiet shore
Calling you
Calling you
Every wave that breaks will bring
Some trace of you
Trace of you
If it takes a hundred winters more
I’ll leave the door unbarred
The latch undone
I am waiting by the quiet shore
For you
My only one

Haunting Celtic ballad with sparse fingerpicked harp and low whistle, alto female vocals close to the mic with breathy pauses. Verses stay hushed and intimate, subtle drone underneath; chorus swells gently with layered harmonies and soft frame drum pulses like a slow heartbeat. Occasional airy fiddle swells answer key lines, reverb creating a ghostly, ancient chapel space., breathy, female vocals