[Verse 1] Old stones, silent brooks, weave through dreams long blown away. Holding us where shadows play, leading us where souls reside. [Chorus] Sing the ancient song of love, underneath a silver moon. Freely calls the wind of time, whispering across the sea to you. [Verse 2] Cello sounds in the gentle breeze, whispering through the ancient trees. Bodhrán beats a quiet heart, where the oldest memories start. [Outro] Rest in silence, rest in peace, let the endless journey cease. Harp and voice become as one, sinking into the setting sun.
