[Intro] (Haunting penny whistle solo, gentle acoustic guitar strumming) (Tribal drums enter, building up with a joyful uilleann pipes melody) (Heavy metal guitars crash in, keeping the celtic rhythm) [Verse 1] The heather is whispering on the green hill The old stone circles are standing there still I hear the fiddle playing low in the mist For a world of wonder that no longer exists We traded our legends for iron and clay And locked all the fairies and giants away [Pre-Chorus] (Whistle blends with heavy guitars) But the roots still remember, the ancient trees know The fire still burns in the valley below! [Chorus] Bring back the pipes, let the wild rivers run! Dance on the cliffs in the rays of the sun Awake the old magic of forest and stone We are the seed that the old ones have sown Return to the roots where the green clover grows I want the valley where the wild river flows! [Verse 2] The raven is calling from high in the oak A language of shadows, of silver and smoke We forgot how to listen to songs of the wind And lost the deep connection we had within But the path through the moss is still open to find For those who can leave the cold cities behind [Chorus] Bring back the pipes, let the wild rivers run! Dance on the cliffs in the rays of the sun Awake the old magic of forest and stone We are the seed that the old ones have sown Return to the roots where the green clover grows I want the valley where the wild river flows! [Bridge] (Metal instruments stop. Calm, atmospheric breakdown) (Beautiful, soft female vocal harmonies with a solo uilleann pipe) The spirits are calling... Beneath the green hill... (Heavy orchestral lift, dramatic vocal belt) The heart is alive! [Instrumental Solo] (Fast, energetic folk duel: Uilleann pipes and fiddle trading solos, backed by heavy, chugging guitar riffs and fast drums) [Chorus] Bring back the pipes, let the wild rivers run! Dance on the cliffs in the rays of the sun Awake the old magic of forest and stone We are the seed that the old ones have sown Return to the roots where the green clover grows I want the valley where the wild river flows! [Outro] Where the wild river flows... (Fiddle and whistle play the intro melody again, fading out) (Soft sound of wind blowing through trees) [End]
