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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mist on my lashes
Stone underfoot
Salt on the wind
Like a word I once knew
Names in the road signs
Tilt in my head
Something inside me
Leaning ahead
[Chorus]
I have walked so far to find
I was rooted where I stand
Every breath tastes like a story
Every crow call understands
I don’t know the old language
But it rises in my hands
As I touch this gentle earth
I remember who I am
[Verse 2]
Fields stitched in hedges
Soft, crooked lines
Ruins half-remembered
By ivy and time
Strangers’ eyes linger
Like they’ve met me before
Smile at my accent
Hold open the door
[Chorus]
I have walked so far to find
I was rooted where I stand
Every breath tastes like a story
Every crow call understands
I don’t know the old language
But it rises in my hands
As I touch this gentle earth
I remember who I am
[Bridge]
Not a thunderstrike
Just a quiet “oh”
Like hearing my own laugh
In another room
All the scattered years
Gather in this view
Sky so soft and wide
I feel it looking through
[Chorus]
I have walked so far to find
I was rooted where I stand
Every breath tastes like a story
Every crow call understands
I don’t know the old language
But it rises in my hands
On this cool and faithful shore
I remember who I am
Details
GeneratedApr 18, 2026
Duration4:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Intimate Celtic folk ballad led by female vocals, soft fingerpicked guitar and airy tin whistle. Verses stay close and confessional, with low strings and subtle bodhrán swells entering on the chorus. Gentle tempo, hush dynamics; the melody rises just slightly on the hook for a bittersweet lift, then settles back into a warm, breathy whisper on the final lines., celtic, gentle, female vocals, deep, ballad
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
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Prompt
Intimate Celtic folk ballad about stepping onto Ireland’s soil and feeling a deep sense of belonging; female vocals, gentle, reflective, centered on recognition, land memory, and quiet acceptance
