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Lyrics
The wind blows in the forest
The sweet girl was by the stream
An owl hoots breathlessly
The clothes freeze on the hedges
Jenny's red hair
Falls over her green eyes
Like the ribbons that tie the sleeves
Of Jenny's graceful dress
Where is the burnished cloak
That covers the young shoulders
Now the skin grows cold
It looks like leather forgotten in a stable
A gust stronger than the others
Makes the oak branches howl
That has shaded those waters for centuries
And in its presence, loves are consumed
I called my distant brother
The blond Danny lost in the fumes
Of a black coal mine
He didn't listen or he was too drunk
I called baby Jesus
Saint Patrick and his four-leaf clover
The Virgin for protection
But I received no answers, I received no hands from heaven
Where is the burnished cloak
That covers the young shoulders
Now the skin grows cold
It looks like leather forgotten in a stable
Now The sun warms
The oaks lick their branches
The banks of the cheerful stream
Abuzz with song and joy
But where is Jenny and her burnished cloak
Now it's crumpled in a heather meadow
It blends in with the earth and the leaves
It looks like leather forgotten in a stable
Details
GeneratedNov 19, 2025
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Celtic, Soulful R&B Ballad with Smooth Vocals and Soft Beats, guitar, pop, trance, ancestral
Credits
Prompt byDan_Zone
ModelAria v5
