Track · Aug 15, 2026 · English

When The Ash Falls

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4:23

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I came home with the storm on me

Mud on my shoes, salt on my sleeve

The kettle clicked in the quiet room

But nobody touched the bruise

I set my keys by the cracked blue bowl

Stared at the chair at the table’s edge

There’s a whole world breaking in my chest

And I’m standing there, unheld

[Pre-Chorus]

When the walls come thin

And the glass all shivers

I reach for a hand

But the night won’t give me one

[Chorus]

I need a hand, I need a hand

When the ash falls down on me

I need a hand, I need a hand

To keep me on my feet

No one here, no one near

Just this ache I cannot name

I need a hand, I need a hand

When the ash falls down on me

[Verse 2]

I’ve got a coat for the rain outside

But none for the hurt that lives inside

No shoulder waiting at the door

No arms to pull me from the floor

I laugh too loud at the neighbor’s dog

Then cry alone over broken mugs

It’s a hard thing, loving all by yourself

When your heart comes apart in floods

[Pre-Chorus]

When the walls come thin

And the glass all shivers

I reach for a hand

But the night won’t give me one

[Chorus]

I need a hand, I need a hand

When the ash falls down on me

I need a hand, I need a hand

To keep me on my feet

No one here, no one near

Just this ache I cannot name

I need a hand, I need a hand

When the ash falls down on me

[Bridge]

If I could borrow a steadier soul

A little warmth, a little hold

I’d carry less of this heavy sky

I’d breathe again, I’d let it pass by

So come like a light through the half-closed door

Be the one I’m leaning for

I am not made of iron, love

I am only flesh and need

[Final Chorus]

I need a hand, I need a hand

When the ash falls down on me

I need a hand, I need a hand

To keep me on my feet

No one here, no one near

Just this ache I cannot name

I need a hand, I need a hand

When the ash falls down on me

Style

irish folk ballad with gentle 6/8 swayfingerpicked acoustic guitarsoft pianoharp arpeggiosand mournful tin whistle lines; verse stays intimate and sparsepre-chorus widens with suspended chords and breathy buildupchorus opens with stacked harmonies and a tender lift. female vocalsclose-mic and achingwith small doubles on the hooka few whispered ad-libsand a final chorus bloom. ear candy: whistle replies between linesharp gliss into the chorusbrushed swell under the bridge. warmwoodyand rain-soaked mix.gentleemotionalacousticharpballadfemale vocalsenglish

Prompt

A gentle Irish ballad, harp, tin whistle, piano, acoustic guitar-fingerpicked. Female vocals crooning about not having emotional/physical support when life explodes in my face. No partner but needing.

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Brigids_Hearth

GeneratedAug 15, 2026

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