An Caoineadh Uaine (The Green Keening)

© 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. [Rann 1] Tha’n talamh fuar fo ar casan, ’S a’ ghaoth a’ giùlan ainm nach till; Tha na clachan fhathast ag èisteachd, Ged dh’fhalbh na guthan bhàrr a’ chnuic. [Rann 2] Càit’ a bheil na làmhan a sheas còmhla rinn? Càit’ a bheil na sùilean a chunnaic an latha? Dh’fhalbh iad leis a’ cheò ’s leis an uisge, Gun fhacal fàgail, gun ghealladh air ais. [Caoineadh] O… a dh’fhalbh… O… fon ùir fhuar… O… anail na h-oidhche… Gun solas. Gun fhacal. Gun aisig. O… a’ ghaoth air na clachan… O… cuimhne nach freagair… [Rann 3] Chan eil an Dhragaín dall, Chan eil e bodhar ris a’ ghaoth. Tha e a’ faicinn fon cheò ’s fon dorchadas, Tha e ag èisteachd ris a’ chaoineadh gun fhreagairt. Chan eil e a’ togail na mairbh, Chan eil e a’ glanadh na fola, Ach tha e a’ cumail na crìche, ’S a’ cumail ar n-anail beò. [Deireadh] Fanaidh sinn. Fo’n speur fhuar. Leis a’ ghaoth gar bualadh. Fanaidh an talamh. Fanaidh na clachan. Fanaidh an cuimhne. Agus fanaidh an Dhragaín, Os ar cionn, Gun fhacal, Gun fhàgail. --- (The Green Keening — literal English translation) [Verse 1] The ground is cold beneath our feet, and the wind carries a name that will not return; the stones are still listening, though the voices have gone from the top of the hill. [Verse 2] Where are the hands that stood with us? Where are the eyes that saw the day? They left with the mist and with the rain, without a word of departure, without a promise of return. [Keening] Oh… what has gone… Oh… beneath the cold earth… Oh… breath of the night… No light. No word. No return. Oh… the wind on the stones… Oh… memory that does not answer… [Verse 3] The Dragon is not blind, it is not deaf to the wind. It sees beneath mist and darkness, it listens to the keening without reply. It does not raise the dead, it does not wash away the blood, but it holds the boundary, and keeps our breath alive. [Ending] We remain. Under the cold sky. With the wind striking us. The land remains. The stones remain. Memory remains. And the Dragon remains, above us, without a word, without leaving.