Track · Sep 1, 2026 · English
Room Beside the Fire
Brigids_Hearth0 plays
Plays
0
Likes
0
Duration
3:53
Language
English
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rain was needling through my coat
By the bend below the hill
I saw a crooked window shine
And heard a room grown still
I pushed the door with both cold hands
The hinges gave a cry
A woman slid a wooden chair
And said, “You’re safe inside.”
[Chorus]
So pass the cup and clear a place
There’s room beside the fire
A stranger’s only strange until
The singing climbs up higher
I came in owing nothing here
But rain upon my skin
By closing time they knew my name
And waved me back again
[Verse 2]
The barman set a bowl of stew
With bread still warm and brown
A farmer by the chimney asked
Which road had brought me down
I told him of the western pass
The bridge I’d crossed alone
He laughed and said, “You’ve missed the turn—
But you’ve found a better home.”
[Chorus]
So pass the cup and clear a place
There’s room beside the fire
A stranger’s only strange until
The singing climbs up higher
I came in owing nothing here
But rain upon my skin
By closing time they knew my name
And waved me back again
[Verse 3]
The fiddler played a crooked reel
The kind that trips your feet
The girl beside me clapped the time
And nudged me to the beat
I knew no verse, I knew no tune
I had no tale to bring
Then someone taught me the second line
And soon I helped them sing
[Bridge]
Outside, the gutters filled with rain
The dark pressed on the pane
Inside, a dozen voices rose
And made the weather plain
No map can mark the road I took
No signpost point it out
Sometimes you lose the way to find
What home is all about
[Chorus]
So pass the cup and clear a place
There’s room beside the fire
A stranger’s only strange until
The singing climbs up higher
I came in owing nothing here
But rain upon my skin
By closing time they knew my name
And waved me back again
[Outro]
At dawn I’ll take the eastern road
When boots and fields are dry
But if you hear that door swing wide
You’ll know the reason why
I’ll leave a coin beside the bowl
And one good story in
Then turn around before the road
And ask to be let in
Style
warmgently lively traditional irish folk arrangement at a relaxed pub-session tempo. fingerpicked and strummed acoustic guitar leads; fiddle answers vocal phrases with tasteful ornamentation; soft bodhrán provides a rolling heartbeat; low whistle colors the verse transitions; uilleann pipes swell into the final chorus and instrumental lift. weathered male lead vocalintimate and slightly gravelledconversational in the verses and fuller with communal backing voices in the choruses. organic room soundclose-miked acoustic instrumentsnatural dynamicsrestrained studio polishending with a convivial instrumental tag.english
Prompt
Warm Irish folk, gently lively.Acoustic guitar, fiddle,bodhrán,low whistle & uilleann pipes.Weathered male vocal.A lost traveler ducks into a rural pub from the rain and slowly becomes one of the room
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthGeneratedSep 1, 2026
ModelZona