Galician (East Carpathian) Clanes - The Lost Children of Dagda (1 ver.)

Celtic Symphonic Ballad, epic, energetic, femine voices, soprano

[Chorus]
Oh, the children of Dagda, who wandered far away,
Did your father's cauldron fill your souls each day?
Do you still remember the harp that gave you life,
In a land where sorrow has quelled all the strife?
You are the lost ones, the echoes of the past,
A silent promise that was meant to last.

[Verse 2]
The old ones spoke of a king with a club of might,
Who could kill a legion and return them to the light.
He had a cauldron that could feed the poor,
And his song of plenty would last forevermore.
But the mists of time have now obscured the way,
And his forgotten children are here to this day.

[Bridge: The music shifts to a more dynamic, rhythmic feel. A fiddle joins the harp and cello, playing a soaring, emotional melody. The vocals become more powerful, almost lamenting.]
The green hills of home are not forgotten here,
They live in our stories, they banish all fear.
The magic of the land, in our blood it still flows,
In the rustling of the winds where the Galician rose.
We carry the heart of our kin in our hands,
The legacy of Dagda in these faraway lands.

[Outro: The music softens, returning to the gentle, ethereal feel of the beginning. The cello and harp take center stage, playing a final, melancholic melody. The voices fade out with a final harmonized phrase.]

[Chorus]
Oh, the children of Dagda, who wandered far away,
Did your father's cauldron fill your souls each day?
Do you still remember the harp that gave you life,
In a land where sorrow has quelled all the strife?
You are the lost ones...
[The music swells for the final line, then softens]
...the echoes of the past.

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[Verse 1] From the misty valleys where the mountains rise, Where ancient rivers whisper to the star-filled skies, There came a people, bound by earth and fate, Whose songs were carried through the ancient gate. They held a memory of a distant shore, Of a silver light they had known before. [Chorus] Oh, the children of Dagda, who wandered far away, Did your father's cauldron fill your souls each day? Do you still remember the harp that gave you life, In a land where sorrow has quelled all the strife? You are the lost ones, the echoes of the past, A silent promise that was meant to last. [Verse 2] The old ones spoke of a king with a club of might, Who could kill a legion and return them to the light. He had a cauldron that could feed the poor, And his song of plenty would last forevermore. But the mists of time have now obscured the way, And his forgotten children are here to this day. [Chorus] Oh, the children of Dagda, who wandered far away, Did your father's cauldron fill your souls each day? Do you still remember the harp that gave you life, In a land where sorrow has quelled all the strife? You are the lost ones, the echoes of the past, A silent promise that was meant to last. [Bridge: The music shifts to a more dynamic, rhythmic feel. A fiddle joins the harp and cello, playing a soaring, emotional melody. The vocals become more powerful, almost lamenting.] The green hills of home are not forgotten here, They live in our stories, they banish all fear. The magic of the land, in our blood it still flows, In the rustling of the winds where the Galician rose. We carry the heart of our kin in our hands, The legacy of Dagda in these faraway lands. [Outro: The music softens, returning to the gentle, ethereal feel of the beginning. The cello and harp take center stage, playing a final, melancholic melody. The voices fade out with a final harmonized phrase.] [Chorus] Oh, the children of Dagda, who wandered far away, Did your father's cauldron fill your souls each day? Do you still remember the harp that gave you life, In a land where sorrow has quelled all the strife? You are the lost ones... [The music swells for the final line, then softens] ...the echoes of the past.

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