[Verse 1]
(soft, slow, with uilleann pipes)
My mother told me, long ago,
To never bow my head too low.
She spoke of seas both wild and wide,
Where fate and fire both collide.
I am the daughter, fierce and free,
A storm no man can tame or see.
I wear the night upon my skin,
And carry fire deep within.
[Chorus]
(fiddle joins, slow bodhrán)
Behind these hazel eyes, there’s pain,
A thousand losses, endless rain.
I do not break, I do not kneel,
I am the truth you’ll never heal.
And when the cold wind calls my name,
You’ll see the savage in my flame.
[Verse 2]
(low whistle echoes)
My mother sang through tears and strife,
Of love and war and haunted life.
She carved her story deep and wide,
In ancient woods where spirits hide.
I am no maid for gentle peace,
I kiss the blade, I calm the seas.
The stars recall the path I roam,
But blood still whispers where is home.
[Bridge]
(chant-like, almost whispered)
My mother told me — rise and burn,
Never falter, never turn.
Build your ship and sail away,
Rule the tides before the day.
[Chorus]
(all instruments slow and mournful)
Behind these hazel eyes, there’s fate,
A storm that none can hope to break.
No chain, no name, no god or man,
Can quell the fire beneath this land.
And when the dark clouds fill the sky,
You’ll see the savage in my eye.
[Outro]
(solemn uilleann pipes fading)
Let them say I lived too loud,
With tangled hair, unbowed and proud.
For I am hers — the flame, the tide,
The savage daughter, deep inside.