Track · Oct 2, 2026 · English
Keep the Door Unbarred
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The thaw came late to County Clare,
The barley leaned beneath the rain;
You tucked the deed inside your shawl,
And hid the seed beneath the grain.
At dusk we crossed the stony field,
Past walls our fathers raised by hand;
You said, “If we can keep one row,
We’ll keep a claim upon this land.”
[Chorus]
We are the hands that turn the soil,
We are the names the years can’t take;
From every hearth, from every hill,
We hold the promise we must make.
Though winter lays its weight on us,
Though distant bells command us flee,
We’ll sow again in Irish ground,
And keep the door unbarred for thee.
[Verse 2]
The landlord’s rider came at noon,
His papers dry, his mare well-fed;
You met his eyes beside the gate,
While children watched from where they hid.
No grand words passed between you two,
Just rain that darkened coat and page;
Then you came back to lift the pot,
And sang the tune your mother made.
[Chorus]
We are the hands that turn the soil,
We are the names the years can’t take;
From every hearth, from every hill,
We hold the promise we must make.
Though winter lays its weight on us,
Though distant bells command us flee,
We’ll sow again in Irish ground,
And keep the door unbarred for thee.
[Bridge]
If one must leave, let one return;
If one must fall, let many stand.
Pass on the key, pass on the seed,
Pass on the story hand to hand.
[Final Chorus]
We are the hands that turn the soil,
We are the names the years can’t take;
From every hearth, from every hill,
Together, now, the promise make.
Though winter lays its weight on us,
No far-off bell can set us free;
We’ll sow again in Irish ground,
And keep the door unbarred for thee.
We’ll sow again in Irish ground,
And keep the door unbarred for thee.
[Outro]
The barley bends, the roots hold fast;
The seed sleeps on beneath the rain.
Style
modern irish folk anthem with a cinematicsteadily rising arrangement. open with solo low whistle and restrained fingerpicked acoustic guitar; bring in bodhránfiddleand warm cello as each verse builds. verses are sung by a mature irish female soloist with groundedexpressive phrasing; choruses widen into a communal mixed-voice stanzawith layered harmoniesfuller percussionand a strong crescendo that peaks each time. let the final chorus reach the largest dynamicthen resolve with fiddle and whistle. organic instrumentsclear vocal-forward mixbroad orchestral depth without losing the intimate folk character.english
Prompt
Modern Irish folk song, cinematic anthemic build to crescendo on each chorus. Mature Irish female vocals, chorus is a community stanza, verses are solo, building to the chorus. Set in 1700’s Ireland
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Brigids_HearthGeneratedOct 2, 2026
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