Piano ballad and title track of the upcoming "Mac Tíre" album, arriving 2025. Check out youtube for more previews of other singles: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCynFyvkNiMzDWCWHyWjor7g
piano
folk
ballad
slow
tinwhistle
irishmusic
Story behind the song
A song for all those who deal with anxiety, with grief and feel that at some days, the guilt is just too much to bear.
Lyrics
Watchful eyes, a wounded glare,
A haunted mind, and never share.
And with instincts awaiting attacks everywhere.
A constant angst, a gnawing pain,
A wounded prisoner solely of his own refrain.
Lay down all those fears, mo mac tíre.
Lay down sword and helm, doar mac tíre.
A chilling draft, a ghostly gleam,
Like never waking from a haunting dream.
In which one tries living in peace and be free.
But there are voices left and right,
Tugging on him, pull him back into the fight.
Time to heal these wounds, doar mac tíre.
Lay down all those weights, mo mac tíre.
How to let go, how to let go?
For those he hurt and grieved, oh such a heavy load.
The weight of guilt, a crushing load,
A winding path, upon a dark and lonely road.
Time to heal these wounds, doar mac tíre.
Lay down all those weights, mo mac tíre.
Lay down all those fears, mo mac tíre.
Time to heal these wounds, doar mac tíre.