Ceangal nan sgeul (The Binding of Stories)

© 2026 The Clan of the Green Dragon Original lyrics and creative direction by the author. Music generated using licensed AI tools under a commercial use agreement. This work is part of an original narrative and musical project. Unauthorized commercial use, in whole or in part, is not permitted. [Guth an t-seanair — Rann 1] Tha an teine beag romhainn, A’ cumail solais gun fhuaim; Tha na sgeulachdan nan suidhe, Mar luaithre blàth fo’n chraoibh. Chan eil iad ùr, Chan eil iad sean; Tha iad air an cumail, Mar a chaidh innse riamh. [Guth an t-seanair — Rann 2] Chan eil sgeul air leth, Chan eil fear air chall; Tha gach facal ceangailte, Ri facal eile roimhe. Mar shnàthainn anns an aodach, Mar cheangal san fhuil; Tha na sgeulachdan a’ dol, Bho bheul gu beul. [Guth nan clann — Freagairt shàmhach] Tha sinn ag èisteachd. Tha sinn a’ cumail. Na h-ainmean. Na faclan. Gun cheist. Gun fhuaim. [Guth an t-seanair — Deireadh] Tha an teine fhathast ann, Ged a thèid an oidhche seachad; Chan eil deireadh air na sgeul, Chan eil toiseach ùr. Bidh iad an seo, Nuair a dh’fhalbhas sinne; Fo luaithre bhlàth, A’ feitheamh ri guth eile. --- LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION (informational only) [Elder — Verse 1] The small fire is before us, holding light without sound; the stories sit here, like warm ash beneath the wood. They are not new, they are not old; they are kept, as they have always been told. [Elder — Verse 2] No story stands alone, no one is lost; each word is bound to another before it. Like thread in cloth, like a binding in blood; the stories move from mouth to mouth. [Young men — Silent response] We are listening. We are holding. The names. The words. Without question. Without sound. [Elder — Ending] The fire is still here, even as the night passes; there is no end to the stories, no new beginning. They will be here, when we are gone; beneath warm ash, waiting for another voice.