Hills of Hallelujia

[Verse 1]
There’s a stone on the hill of Hallelujia
Where the wind keeps the names in its care
I was young when I swore I would leave here
Now my boots trace the path of that prayer
[Chorus]
Hallelujia
Sing it low
Sing it higher (hey!)
For the hearts that were broken in the fire
Raise your glass to the dawn
To the ones who are gone
Hallelujia
We carry them on
[Verse 2]
In the small
Smoky room by the harbor
You were laughing with foam on your lip
You said
“Promise me someday you’ll come back”
Then the tide pulled us out
Ship by ship
[Chorus]
Hallelujia
Sing it low
Sing it higher (oh)
For the hearts that were broken in the fire
Raise your glass to the dawn
To the ones who are gone
Hallelujia
We carry them on
[Bridge]
I’ve wandered through city and silence
Through silver and sorrow and sin
But the crack in my voice when I call out your name
Says the road only ends where it begins
[Chorus]
Hallelujia
Sing it low
Sing it higher (hey!)
For the hearts that were broken in the fire
Raise your glass to the rain
To the loss and the gain
Hallelujia
We’ll say it again
[Chorus]
Hallelujia
Sing it low
Sing it higher
For the hearts that were broken in the fire
Raise your glass
Let it ring
Let the old rafters sing
Hallelujia
Hallelujia
Hallelujia…

folk, Moody Irish folk ballad with deep male vocals, close-mic’d and chesty. Fiddle and low whistle weave a mournful counter-melody over steady picked acoustic guitar and soft bodhrán pulse. Verses stay intimate and storyteller-focused; chorus swells with stacked gang harmonies and soaring lead fiddle. Subtle room reverb for a pub-session feel, final chorus adds a raw a cappella tag before instruments re-enter for a brief, bittersweet outro., deep, irish folk