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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There’s a wind from the edge of the world
Love
Carries salt on its laughing breath
Sings of red-haired thieves on the tide
Love
Who danced hand in hand with death
But I sit by Brigid’s bright fire
Now
Ash and ember on worn stone floor
And I pray for the souls of the wild ones
Who never could stay on shore
[Chorus]
Brigid’s hearth on the wild sea
Flame in the howl of the storm around me
Blood of rogues in these trembling hands
I bless the waves that stole their plans
Brigid’s hearth on the wild sea
Mercy as wide as the deep can be
[Verse 2]
Grandda’s tales in the winter kitchen
“Your kin rode the foam like kings
Smuggled hope in the hold with the whiskey
Left the law with a taste of string”
But his eyes grew soft by the lamplight
When he named each friend who fell
“I’d trade every coin for their faces
And a quiet graveyard bell”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Storm is rising
Shutters shiver
Ropes groan down in the bay
Every ghost of our hungry courage
Paces
Wanting the spray
So I lay one coal on the altar
One tear for each restless name
Let the sea keep their reckless glory
Let this hearth keep their flame
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 2, 2026
Duration4:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Traditional Irish folk ballad with female vocals, lilting Celtic harp and airy whistle. First verse gentle and story-like, then drums and low fiddle bowing grow the storm. Chorus opens wider with harmonies, whistle replies, and a warm pad of bodhrán and low drone underlining ancestral power. Final section strips back to harp, soft whistle, and close mic vocal for an intimate, compassionate landing., harp, celtic, female vocals, traditional folk
Credits
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Prompt
female vocals, Irish traditional folk music, about the sea, the wind, the storm, Irish rogue ancestors. Celtic harp and whistle predominate. Add in the fires of Brigid’s hearth, and compassion.
