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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Found her there by the old stone stile
Bare feet cold in the morning rain
Laughed at me in that quiet way
Set a spark I could never tame
Her hair like peat smoke on the wind
Eyes as deep as a Highland loch
Spoke my name like a worn-out hymn
Left my pride on the heathered rock
[Chorus]
Oh love
Can you hear me
Over hill
Over hollow
Over sea
If the tide ever turns you my way
I’ll be waiting at the harbor of your name
Oh love
Can you hear me
I’m a torn sail praying for your breeze
If I can’t hold your hand
Then still
Let my heart lie under your faraway hill
[Verse 2]
Word came down that she’d crossed the foam
Chased a dream through the salted spray
I stayed chained to this rust-red shore
Cursing calm when the sky turned grey
I talk to gulls like a foolish man (hey)
Trade my sleep for a ghost of you
Sing your face into every glass
Till the dawn cuts the dark in two
[Chorus]
Oh love
Can you hear me
Over hill
Over hollow
Over sea
If the tide ever turns you my way
I’ll be waiting at the harbor of your name
Oh love
Can you hear me
I’m a torn sail praying for your breeze
If I can’t hold your hand
Then still
Let my heart lie under your faraway hill
[Bridge]
If your feet grow sore of streets and stone
If your bright
Brave city feels like cold
Follow every story that you know of home
Where the waves drag silver ‘cross the shoals
I’ll be there in the mist
My dear (oh)
Voice low as the bell in the bay
If I only reach you in your sleep
Let my song be the road you take
[Chorus]
Oh love
Can you hear me
Over hill
Over hollow
Over sea
If the tide ever turns you my way
I’ll be waiting at the harbor of your name
Oh love
Can you hear me
I’m a torn sail praying for your breeze
If I can’t hold your hand
Then still
Let my heart lie under your faraway hill
[Outro]
So I’ll drink
I’ll mend
I’ll stand my watch
Till the wild geese circle the glen
One small wish on the evening star
“Send her home
And I won’t ask when”
Details
GeneratedMar 22, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Gentle Celtic folk ballad with shanty sway; low, raspy Scottish male vocals over fingerpicked acoustic guitar, airy panflute phrases, and soft fiddle. Verses stay close and intimate, just guitar and voice with subtle drone; chorus blooms as pipes and stacked harmonies rise like a distant shore. Final refrain strips back to almost a cappella, then panflute and violin carry a wistful fade., poetic, celtic, shanty, violin, tone, low
Credits
Prompt by
FireCloud
FireCloudModelAria v5
Prompt
Scottish male (low voice) in love with a woman he can’t reach-a loving plead, wish; Celtic folk mixed with shanty sea poetic lyrics and a panflute airy tone and bagpipes, subtle violin.
