Eibhlín, Home At Last (Princess Eibhlin)

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[transition]

[Tribal Voice 1]
(Verse 2)
Homeward the wind calls, across snow and fire,
Blood of the dragon, of elf and desire.
Daughter of Willow, lost, found anew, (huh)
Heir of the starlight, the old blood runs true.
(Chant)
Eibhlín, Eibhlín, star-child, flame-born,
We sing to the dawn, to the night we have mourned. (huh)
Echoes of mothers, of fathers, of kin,
The circle unbroken, the song can begin.

[transition]

[Tribal Voice]
(Verse 3)
Dìomhaireachdan fo sgàil fhada, ag èirigh a-nis leis a’ ghrian,
Fìrinn às na luaithre, tha an fhalach-feadh seachad.
Treubhan na beinne, na coille agus na machrach, (huh)
Cruinnichibh mar aon, ann an aoibhneas agus ann am pian.
(Còisir)
Fàilte dhachaigh, a Bhan-phrionnsa a thill, (huh)
À luaithre is bròn, tha an teine ùr a’ lasadh.
Eibhlín, Eibhlín, an dòchas a tha sinn a’ dìon,
Pàiste na sliochd, càraidh tu an saoghal.

[transition]

[singer B]
(Verse 4)
Secrets long-shadowed, now rise with the sun,
Truth from the ashes, the hiding is done.
Tribes of the mountain, of forest and plain, (huh)
Gather as one, in joy and in pain.
(Chorus)
Welcome you home, O Princess returned, (huh)
From embers and sorrow, the new fire burns.
Eibhlín, Eibhlín, the hope we defend,
Child of the bloodline, the world you will mend.

[transition]

[Tribal Voice]
(Bridge)
Cluinn an tàirneanach aig na drumaichean—seann spioradan a’ dùsgadh, (huh)
Sinnsirean a’ cruinneachadh, an talamh agus na speuran a’ crith.
Tha sinn nar sgiath dhut, nar claidheamh, nar clach,
Chan eil thu nad aonar tuilleadh, tha thu dhachaigh aig a’ cheann thall.
(Còisir dheireannach)
Fàilte, Eibhlín, ar n-àm ri teachd, ar pròis,
Na cinnidhean ri do thaobh, an fheadhainn a bha air chall a-nis nan caraidean.
Leig leis na drumaichean an sgeulachd innse, leig leis an fheadan a seinn gu fìrinneach,
Tha briseadh-latha a’ tilleadh—oir ’s tusa a th’ ann.

[instrumental]

[Tribal Voice]
(Final chorus)
Welcome, Eibhlín, our future, our pride,
The clans at your side, the lost now allied.
Let drums tell the story, let flute sing it true,
The dawn is returning—because it is you.

[singer A]
Eibhlín, a Eibhlín, dhachaigh aig a’ cheann th

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(Tribal Voice 1) (Verse 1) Tha a’ ghaoth ag iarraidh oirnn tilleadh dhachaigh, thar sneachda is teine, Fuil an dràgon, fuil nan sìthichean is miann a’ chridhe. Nighean na Saileach, air chall, air a lorg a-rithist, (huh) Oighre solas nan reultan, tha an t-seann fhuil fìor. (Òran-gairm) Eibhlín, Eibhlín, pàiste nan reultan, air do bhreith à lasair, Tha sinn a’ seinn don bhriseadh-latha, don oidhche air an do chaoin sinn. (huh) Mac-talla nam màthraichean, nan athraichean, den chloinn, An cearcall gun bhriseadh, faodaidh an t-òran tòiseachadh. [transition] [Tribal Voice 1] (Verse 2) Homeward the wind calls, across snow and fire, Blood of the dragon, of elf and desire. Daughter of Willow, lost, found anew, (huh) Heir of the starlight, the old blood runs true. (Chant) Eibhlín, Eibhlín, star-child, flame-born, We sing to the dawn, to the night we have mourned. (huh) Echoes of mothers, of fathers, of kin, The circle unbroken, the song can begin. [transition] [Tribal Voice] (Verse 3) Dìomhaireachdan fo sgàil fhada, ag èirigh a-nis leis a’ ghrian, Fìrinn às na luaithre, tha an fhalach-feadh seachad. Treubhan na beinne, na coille agus na machrach, (huh) Cruinnichibh mar aon, ann an aoibhneas agus ann am pian. (Còisir) Fàilte dhachaigh, a Bhan-phrionnsa a thill, (huh) À luaithre is bròn, tha an teine ùr a’ lasadh. Eibhlín, Eibhlín, an dòchas a tha sinn a’ dìon, Pàiste na sliochd, càraidh tu an saoghal. [transition] [singer B] (Verse 4) Secrets long-shadowed, now rise with the sun, Truth from the ashes, the hiding is done. Tribes of the mountain, of forest and plain, (huh) Gather as one, in joy and in pain. (Chorus) Welcome you home, O Princess returned, (huh) From embers and sorrow, the new fire burns. Eibhlín, Eibhlín, the hope we defend, Child of the bloodline, the world you will mend. [transition] [Tribal Voice] (Bridge) Cluinn an tàirneanach aig na drumaichean—seann spioradan a’ dùsgadh, (huh) Sinnsirean a’ cruinneachadh, an talamh agus na speuran a’ crith. Tha sinn nar sgiath dhut, nar claidheamh, nar clach, Chan eil thu nad aonar tuilleadh, tha thu dhachaigh aig a’ cheann thall. (Còisir dheireannach) Fàilte, Eibhlín, ar n-àm ri teachd, ar pròis, Na cinnidhean ri do thaobh, an fheadhainn a bha air chall a-nis nan caraidean. Leig leis na drumaichean an sgeulachd innse, leig leis an fheadan a seinn gu fìrinneach, Tha briseadh-latha a’ tilleadh—oir ’s tusa a th’ ann. [instrumental] [Tribal Voice] (Final chorus) Welcome, Eibhlín, our future, our pride, The clans at your side, the lost now allied. Let drums tell the story, let flute sing it true, The dawn is returning—because it is you. [singer A] Eibhlín, a Eibhlín, dhachaigh aig a’ cheann th [AlorawithDragon Music 2026 (c) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]

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