Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bread on the table Door always open wide Sharing the last of the harvest Like there’s endless summer inside Old woman pours you tea Says “sit You’re family here” Laugh lines mapped like rivers Carrying every year [Chorus] Oh Ukraine My heart My shield Guardians of the golden field Hands that give And hands that stand Rooted deep in living land Oh Ukraine In every word I say I carry you I carry you each day [Verse 2] Boots by the doorway Mud from the border road Eyes that have seen too much Still lifting every load Flags in the window Children learning songs Speaking of wide horizon Where every soul belongs [Chorus] Oh Ukraine My heart My shield Guardians of the golden field Hands that give And hands that stand Rooted deep in living land Oh Ukraine In every word I say I carry you I carry you each day [Bridge] For the ones who keep the line (hey!) For the ones who share their bread For the ones who sing of morning When the skies were burning red [Chorus] Oh Ukraine My heart My shield Guardians of the golden field Hands that give And hands that stand Rooted deep in living land Oh Ukraine In every word I say I carry you I carry you each day
Tags
folk, Warm modern folk anthem with acoustic guitar and bandura, light percussion, and male vocals. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal, soft fiddle pads; chorus swells with group harmonies, stomps, and claps. Subtle bass grounds the low end, final chorus lifts with extra vocal layers and a bright mandolin line carrying the outro.
Duration
2:42
Instrumental
No
Created
3/5/2026