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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I walk where the pine roots braid
Under a sky of salt and rain
My hands are full of untold names
And I don’t know what stays the same
The wind goes through the branches thin
Like a truth I almost let back in
I hold my heart with careful skin
And ask who leaves, and who lets me in
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me slow
Tell me true
What is mine
To offer you
Who waits near
Who walks away
Which small fire
Can last the day
[Chorus]
Tide in the pines
Lead me home
Tide in the pines
I am not stone
Tide in the pines
Teach me trust
Soft as the sea
Steady as us (steady as us)
[Verse 2]
The gulls cry low above the bay
White and wild, then far away
I see my doubt on every wave
Then watch it break and fade and break
I’ve known sweet words that turn to smoke
And hands that held me just to go
So now I listen to the cold
For the kind of warmth that does not fold
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me slow
Tell me true
What is mine
To offer you
Who waits near
Who walks away
Which small fire
Can last the day
[Chorus]
Tide in the pines
Lead me home
Tide in the pines
I am not stone
Tide in the pines
Teach me trust
Soft as the sea
Steady as us (steady as us)
[Bridge]
If I am a lantern
Let me burn low
Let the right ones find me
Let the false ones go
I have been learning
The shape of my fear
And how to keep love
When the dark is near
[Final Chorus]
Tide in the pines
Lead me home
Tide in the pines
I am not stone
Tide in the pines
Teach me trust
Soft as the sea
Steady as us (steady as us)
Details
GeneratedMay 5, 2026
Duration4:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Celtic folk ballad with delicate 6/8 sway, alto female vocals, fingerpicked acoustic and soft frame drum; verse stays sparse with voice, low drone, and airy violin harmonics; pre-chorus opens with bowed strings and rising whistle; chorus blooms with harmony pads and lilting group echoes. Wind chimes, gull cries, and a tide-like swell bridge between sections. Intimate close-mic mix, wide and misty around the edges., celtic
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A delicate Celtic song, alto female, wind through the trees, introspective and thoughtful, searching my feelings, learning who and when to trust, waves gently moving, gull cries, solo
