Prompt / 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”
Tags
folk, Gentle Celtic folk ballad with shanty sway; low, raspy Scottish male vocals over fingerpicked acoustic guitar, airy panflute phrases, and soft fiddle. Verses stay close and intimate, just 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 cappella, then panflute and violin carry a wistful fade., poetic, celtic, shanty, violin, tone, low
Duration
3:54
Instrumental
No
Created
3/22/2026