Celtic Folk, Modern Indie Reel; unhurried reel swayGenre
Track Insight / Lyrics
You watch the flames curl orange against black sky
Your camera clicks the smoke where sparks fly high
The bus depot hums behind your cold fingers
You frame the ash that settles and lingers
Samhain embers breathe in midnight air
You taste the ancient salt and smoke up there
The veil wears thin where bonfire bones glow
You capture what the living rarely know
Your lens finds runes carved deep in oak bark
The flash catches faces, leaves its mark
A girl in feathers dances past the pyre
Her boots kick up cinders like tired fire
Samhain embers breathe in midnight air
You taste the ancient salt and smoke up there
The veil wears thin where bonfire bones glow
You capture what the living rarely know
The fiddle screams from somewhere past the trees
You adjust your aperture to freeze
An old man throws herbs that hiss and pop
Your shutter grabs the moment, nonstop
Samhain embers breathe in midnight air
You taste the ancient salt and smoke up there
The veil wears thin where bonfire bones glow
You capture what the living rarely know
Dawn cracks the horizon, pale and gray
The fire's heart beats
