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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
On the hill the furze turns gold
And the earth begins to breathe
Tiny hands of green arise
Through the brown and winter leaves
I hear the lambs in the fold
And the curlew calling free
Soft as rain on barley ground
Spring is waking over me
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the morning comes so shy
With a silver on the grass
And the sky is drawing near
Like a blessing made to last
[Chorus]
First flower on the hill
(First flower on the hill)
Open now, stay still
Open now, stay still
Breathe it in, let it rise
Let it light our quiet eyes
First flower on the hill
(First flower on the hill)
[Verse 2]
By the stone wall, bluebells lean
Little crowns along the lane
Mossy water sings below
After all the ice and rain
And your hand in mine grows warm
As the island learns to sing
Every branch and feathered bud
Holding on to everything
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the morning comes so shy
With a silver on the grass
And the sky is drawing near
Like a blessing made to last
[Chorus]
First flower on the hill
(First flower on the hill)
Open now, stay still
Open now, stay still
Breathe it in, let it rise
Let it light our quiet eyes
First flower on the hill
(First flower on the hill)
[Bridge]
Let the breeze cross every field
Let it comb the hawthorn white
We were patient through the cold
Now we bloom into the light
And the hills remember how
To be tender, how to grow
Every root beneath the ground
Knows the way back to the glow
[Final Chorus]
First flower on the hill
(First flower on the hill)
Open now, stay still
Open now, stay still
Breathe it in, let it rise
Let it light our quiet eyes
First flower on the hill
(First flower on the hill)
Details
GeneratedMay 8, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish folk ballad with a soft 6/8 sway, delicate harp arpeggios, low bodhrán taps, and lilting flute accents; verse stays spare with close female lead and single harmony, pre-chorus opens into rising stacked voices, chorus blooms with woven harmonies and held notes. Wind chimes, brushed swells, and a final harp run shape the transitions. Airy, intimate, and warmly luminous mix., gentle, female vocals, soft, harp, soothing
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Soft, airy, sweet, Irish song, harp notes lifting and carrying the melody about the first flowering of spring over the hills. Female vocals, weaving harmonies, gentle breeze over the island, soothing
