Track Insight / Lyrics
(Tin whistle and fiddle, bodhrán heartbeat, synth pad swells)
I left the town when the rain was falling,
Packed my dreams in a worn-out coat.
The ferry horn was a banshee calling,
But your voice stayed in my throat.
I kept the stone from the old church wall,
And the tune that my father played.
Every city light felt a stranger's call,
But the ocean never frayed.
[Pre-
And the pipes begin to rise,
Like a storm across the sky.
Put your hand in mine tonight,
We'll let the old and new collide.
Dance with me on the wild Atlantic heart,
Where the fiddle cuts the dark.
We'll sing it loud, we'll sing it true,
A modern song with ancient roots.
Dance with me till the morning light,
Mo chroí, mo chroí, hold tight.
From Dublin streets to Galway bay,
We'll carry the fire, come what may.
The pub is loud with a different rhythm,
Neon ghosts on a Friday night.
But the jig still lives in the space between,
When the bodhrán hits it right.
I see the cliffs in a stranger's eyes,
Hear the sean-nós in the rain.
Every heartbeat is a reelin' tide,
Bringing me back again.
[Pre-
And the whistle starts to cry,
Like a seabird learning flight.
Put your hand in mine tonight,
We'll let the old and new collide.
Dance with me on the wild Atlantic heart,
Where the fiddle cuts the dark.
We'll sing it loud, we'll sing it true,
A modern song with ancient roots.
Dance with me till the morning light,
Mo chroí, mo chroí, hold tight.
From Dublin streets to Galway bay,
We'll carry the fire, come what may.
(Classical harp and synth, then full band)
Seo é mo bhaile — this is my home,
Not a museum, not a stone.
Tabhair dom do lámh — give me your hand,
We'll build the future from the land.
Óró, óró, the old ways run,
Through electric veins and a setting sun.
[Guitar solo /
(Celtic rock lead)
Dance with me on the wild Atlantic heart,
Where the fiddle cuts the dark.
We'll sing it loud, we'll sing it true,
A modern song with ancient roots.
Dance with me till the morning light,
Mo chroí, mo chroí, hold tight.
From Dublin streets to Galway bay,
We'll carry the fire, come what may.
(Tin whistle, fiddle, synth pad fade)
Mo chroí... mo chroí...
We'll carry the fire... come what may.
