Bog Mists Over Glen Shale

[Verse 1]
I came up green hills
With peat on my boots
River stones in my pocket
And salt in my roots
The firs leaned close
Like old kin know
The road turned slow
Through the heather glow
[Chorus]
O Ailín, come home
O Ailín, come home
The moor still calls your name
O Ailín, come home
(come home)
O Ailín, come home
The cold wind knows your flame
[Verse 2]
Your shawl in the wind
Your hair full of rain
Lanterns in the farmyard
Then gone again
I heard your step
In the sheepdog bay
I held that tune
Till the dawn turned grey
[Chorus]
O Ailín, come home
O Ailín, come home
The moor still calls your name
O Ailín, come home
(come home)
O Ailín, come home
The cold wind knows your flame
[Verse 3]
Now the glen keeps time
With the crush of night
Little sparks run wild
Through the black bog light
If I lose my way
I follow that song
To the old stone gate
Where the years belong
[Bridge]
Tall grass bends low
But it does not break
Stone keeps its promise
For the lonely sake
I’ll wait in the rain
At the edge of the brae
Till your voice returns
And leads me away
[Chorus]
O Ailín, come home
O Ailín, come home
The moor still calls your name
O Ailín, come home
(come home)
O Ailín, come home
The cold wind knows your flame

Old gaellic irish track with sentiment to the highlands infused with intricate electronic beats new style IDM, 92 BPM, lopsided broken-beat pulse, skittering percussion grids, glassy arpeggio synths, hand drum taps, low drone, uilleann pipe phrases, tin whistle flickers, male vocal with weathered tenderness and close mic intimacy, sharp detailed mix with misty air and deep stereo width, beats, electronic