Children of Lir

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] In the ancient days of Ireland, where the legends come alive, Lived a king named Lir, with children four, their joy would soon deprive. A jealous heart, a wicked spell, cast by their stepmother's hand, Turned them into swans to roam across the sea and land. [Verse 2] From the lakes of Connacht to the seas of Moyle, they wandered far and wide, With wings of white and hearts so pure, their fate they could not hide. Through storm and calm, they sang their song, a melody of pain, Hoping for the day they'd break the curse and be human once again. [Short instrumental hook] [Chorus, vocal choir] Oh, the Children of Lir, they cry, (they cry) Nine hundred years of sorrow and tears, Bound by a curse, they fly, (they fly) Oh, the Children of Lir, they cry, they cry. [Verse 3] Through mist and rain, they spread their wings, across the endless sea, Their hearts ached for the home they lost, where they longed to be. The hills of green, the lakes serene, the memories held tight, In every song, their voices strong, they dreamed of home each night. [Bridge, tempo and rhythm change] The years went by, the world did change, but still they stayed the same, Their story told by fireside, their memory kept aflame. Till one fine day, the spell did break, their feathers turned to skin, But time had passed, their lives were gone, their souls could not begin. [Fiddle Solo] [Chorus] Oh, the Children of Lir, they cry, (they cry) Nine hundred years of sorrow and tears, Bound by a curse, they fly, (they fly) Oh, the Children of Lir, they cry, they cry. [Short instrumental interlude, tempo slows down] [Outro, hopeful] So raise a glass to those who passed, and remember well their plight, For in their tale, we find the strength to face the darkest night. The Children of Lir, their legend clear, beneath the Irish sky, Their spirits soar forevermore, in the swan's eternal cry. [Fade out] [End]