Track · Jan 23, 2026 · English

We’ll Stand in the Gap

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4:19

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

They came up the lane in the grey of the morning

Boots in the puddles

Coats turned high

Masks on their faces

Eyes hard as iron

Hands on our children

We dared not cry

[Verse 2]

“Just for a while

” so soft were their voices

“Only a lesson

And then they’ll come back”

My tongue turned to stone

My knees turned to water

I watched my own heart in a stranger’s sack

[Chorus]

But we’ll stand in the gap

Shoulder to shoulder

Hands on the gate when they darken our door

If fear is a tide

Then love is a boulder

We’ll anchor these little ones safe to the shore

We’ll anchor these little ones safe to the shore (hey!)

[Verse 3]

I cursed in my chest till it burned like whiskey

I shook like a leaf as they marched away

The sky didn’t crack

The ground didn’t open

Just small waving hands

And nothing to say

[Verse 4]

For years we were ghosts in our own small kitchens

Stories in whispers

Looks at the floor

The names of our children carved into timber

The sound of the latch

The fear at the door

[Chorus]

But we’ll stand in the gap

Shoulder to shoulder

Hands on the gate when they darken our door

If fear is a tide

Then love is a boulder

We’ll anchor these little ones safe to the shore

[Bridge]

One voice in the hall

Then a second beside her (oh)

A third at the well with her sleeves rolled high

We gathered like crows on the cold stone corner

And faced the road with our heads held high

[Verse 5]

Now when wheels turn on that bend in the mountain

We rise from the fields

From the shops

From the quay

No child walks that road in the grasp of a stranger

A wall built of mothers is all they see

[Chorus]

We will stand in the gap

Shoulder to shoulder

Hands on the gate when they darken our door

If fear is a tide

Then love is a boulder

We’ll anchor these little ones safe to the shore

[Outro]

So come

Little lambs

Let the wide world tremble

We’ve woven a circle from village to town

Behind every small hand is ten thousand fingers

And masks fall away when we stand our ground

Style

folklilted irish folk ballad with female vocals; gentle picked guitar and low whistle set a haunted moodbodhrán entering as tension rises. verses stay close and intimatealmost a hush; chorus opens with strong unison voices and close harmoniesfiddle answering the melody. final refrain swells with communal gang vocalssteady drum pulseand a held drone that feels like a line in the sand.female vocalsirish folkenglish

Prompt

Irish folk song, female vocals, about watching children being whisked away by masked men, feeling angry, fearful, helpless, impotent, then standing with others to protect the kids.

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GeneratedJan 23, 2026

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