Track · May 8, 2026 · English

Bláth na gCnoc

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Duration

3:59

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

On the hill the furze turns gold

And the earth begins to breathe

Tiny hands of green arise

Through the brown and winter leaves

I hear the lambs in the fold

And the curlew calling free

Soft as rain on barley ground

Spring is waking over me

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, the morning comes so shy

With a silver on the grass

And the sky is drawing near

Like a blessing made to last

[Chorus]

First flower on the hill

(First flower on the hill)

Open now, stay still

Breathe it in, let it rise

Let it light our quiet eyes

First flower on the hill

(First flower on the hill)

[Verse 2]

By the stone wall, bluebells lean

Little crowns along the lane

Mossy water sings below

After all the ice and rain

And your hand in mine grows warm

As the island learns to sing

Every branch and feathered bud

Holding on to everything

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, the morning comes so shy

With a silver on the grass

And the sky is drawing near

Like a blessing made to last

[Chorus]

First flower on the hill

(First flower on the hill)

Open now, stay still

Breathe it in, let it rise

Let it light our quiet eyes

First flower on the hill

(First flower on the hill)

[Bridge]

Let the breeze cross every field

Let it comb the hawthorn white

We were patient through the cold

Now we bloom into the light

And the hills remember how

To be tender, how to grow

Every root beneath the ground

Knows the way back to the glow

[Final Chorus]

First flower on the hill

(First flower on the hill)

Open now, stay still

Breathe it in, let it rise

Let it light our quiet eyes

First flower on the hill

(First flower on the hill)

Style

irish folk ballad with a soft 6/8 swaydelicate harp arpeggioslow bodhrán tapsand lilting flute accents; verse stays spare with close female lead and single harmonypre-chorus opens into rising stacked voiceschorus blooms with woven harmonies and held notes. wind chimesbrushed swellsand a final harp run shape the transitions. airyintimateand warmly luminous mix.gentlefemale vocalssoftharpsoothingenglish

Prompt

Soft, airy, sweet, Irish song, harp notes lifting and carrying the melody about the first flowering of spring over the hills. Female vocals, weaving harmonies, gentle breeze over the island, soothing

Credits

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Brigids_Hearth

GeneratedMay 8, 2026

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