Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You left your scarf
On the back of my chair
Still smells like rain
And the salt in your hair
There’s a stone by the road
Where we carved our two names
I pass it slow
Like I’m counting old flames
[Chorus]
But I can’t let go
Like ivy on the old church wall
I climb your shadow
Reach for a hand that still won’t fall
Every Sunday sun comes shining through
It just paints this town in the shape of you
I can’t let go
I can’t let go
[Verse 2]
Your cup in the press
Lipstick on the rim
I talk to the air
Like you’re walking back in
Our friends
They have learned
Not to say your sweet name
I hear it anyway
In the crack of the flame
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’ve tried new roads
New rooms
New faces
Still end up
At the same old places
That hill
That gate
That cold September sky
You said “this is home”
Then you kissed me goodbye
[Chorus]
Style
folkbright celtic folk-pop with male vocalsacoustic guitar and bouzouki driving a steady jig pulsewarm upright bassbrushed snare and frame drum. verse 1 keeps it intimate with close-mic vocalsoft whistle pads in the background; chorus blooms with gang "whoa" harmoniesfiddle answering phrasesand a lift in the kick. bridge drops to guitar and low dronethen a full-bandhandclap-filled final chorus for catharsis.celticpopmale vocals
Prompt
Celtic folk pop song about a lost love that can’t be let go. Male singer
Credits
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CAY_AY_AICH
CAY_AY_AICHGeneratedDec 28, 2025
ModelAria v5
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