Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You showed me maps in margins
Dust on an old green spine
A song in a tin-roof kitchen
And the bend of a fishing line
You said, look twice, my darling
There’s more than what you see
So I chased the crumbs of wonder
Like they were left for me
[Pre-Chorus]
You opened every window
With a question, not a key
And the world went wide and kinder
When you taught my eyes to See
[Chorus]
You taught me how to See
Under the cover
Under the cover
You taught me how to See
Past the names
Past the names
(See)
Now I find whole lives in paper
And I hear what’s underneath
You taught me how to See
[Verse 2]
You kept old war-time letters
In a biscuit tin by the sink
You told me every silence
Had a story if you’d think
About the girl in the photo
About the man she’d wait for home
About the field beside the chapel
And the names carved in the stone
[Pre-Chorus]
You made the past feel breathing
Not just dates for me to read
And every buried heartbeat
Started talking back to me
[Chorus]
You taught me how to See
Under the cover
Under the cover
You taught me how to See
Past the names
Past the names
(See)
Now I find whole lives in paper
And I hear what’s underneath
You taught me how to See
[Bridge]
Then one night I watched you laughing
At the table, tired and bright
And I saw the ache behind it
Like a crack of winter light
All my careful little searching
Met the sorrow in your face
And I knew the man who made me
Was a room I’d never trace
[Chorus]
You taught me how to See
Under the cover
Under the cover
You taught me how to See
Past the names
Past the names
(See)
Now I find whole lives in paper
And I hear what’s underneath
You taught me how to See
[Outro]
So if I hold a book too gently
Or I pause before the page
It’s your hands I’m following
Through the dust and through the age
You taught me how to See
(See)
You taught me how to See
Details
GeneratedJul 11, 2026
Duration3:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish folk-pop with driving acoustic guitar and brushed bodhrán, gentle fiddle lifts in the chorus, and a steady lilt that leans into spoken-to-sung phrasing; verse stays intimate and close-mic with fingerpicked guitar, pre-chorus opens with low harmony and a rising whistle line, chorus blooms with stacked female doubles and handclap pulse, bridge drops to voice and guitar before a final chorus with fuller strings, soft room reverb, warm earthy mix
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about dad, who taught me to See. Curiosity, music, books, forgotten history. He taught me how to look beneath the surface of books & one day i looked beneath the surface of him. Female, irish
