Track · Mar 22, 2026 · English

Under Her Faraway Hill

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3:54

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Found her there by the old stone stile

Bare feet cold in the morning rain

Laughed at me in that quiet way

Set a spark I could never tame

Her hair like peat smoke on the wind

Eyes as deep as a Highland loch

Spoke my name like a worn-out hymn

Left my pride on the heathered rock

[Chorus]

Oh love

Can you hear me

Over hill

Over hollow

Over sea

If the tide ever turns you my way

I’ll be waiting at the harbor of your name

Oh love

Can you hear me

I’m a torn sail praying for your breeze

If I can’t hold your hand

Then still

Let my heart lie under your faraway hill

[Verse 2]

Word came down that she’d crossed the foam

Chased a dream through the salted spray

I stayed chained to this rust-red shore

Cursing calm when the sky turned grey

I talk to gulls like a foolish man (hey)

Trade my sleep for a ghost of you

Sing your face into every glass

Till the dawn cuts the dark in two

[Chorus]

Oh love

Can you hear me

Over hill

Over hollow

Over sea

If the tide ever turns you my way

I’ll be waiting at the harbor of your name

Oh love

Can you hear me

I’m a torn sail praying for your breeze

If I can’t hold your hand

Then still

Let my heart lie under your faraway hill

[Bridge]

If your feet grow sore of streets and stone

If your bright

Brave city feels like cold

Follow every story that you know of home

Where the waves drag silver ‘cross the shoals

I’ll be there in the mist

My dear (oh)

Voice low as the bell in the bay

If I only reach you in your sleep

Let my song be the road you take

[Chorus]

Oh love

Can you hear me

Over hill

Over hollow

Over sea

If the tide ever turns you my way

I’ll be waiting at the harbor of your name

Oh love

Can you hear me

I’m a torn sail praying for your breeze

If I can’t hold your hand

Then still

Let my heart lie under your faraway hill

[Outro]

So I’ll drink

I’ll mend

I’ll stand my watch

Till the wild geese circle the glen

One small wish on the evening star

“Send her home

And I won’t ask when”

Style

folkgentle celtic folk ballad with shanty sway; lowraspy scottish male vocals over fingerpicked acoustic guitarairy panflute phrasesand soft fiddle. verses stay close and intimatejust guitar and voice with subtle drone; chorus blooms as pipes and stacked harmonies rise like a distant shore. final refrain strips back to almost a cappellathen panflute and violin carry a wistful fade.poeticcelticshantyviolintonelowenglish

Prompt

Scottish male (low voice) in love with a woman he can’t reach-a loving plead, wish; Celtic folk mixed with shanty sea poetic lyrics and a panflute airy tone and bagpipes, subtle violin.

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GeneratedMar 22, 2026

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