Where the Atlantic Sings [Intro – spoken, over fiddle and uilleann pipes] Come in from the rain, lads… There’s fire in the room and Ireland in the glass. [Verse 1] There’s a road by the sea where the wild winds roam, where the rain writes songs on the old grey stone. From the hills of Sligo to the Donegal foam, every wandering heart knows the way back home. There’s a fiddle crying sweet in the smoky light, a tin whistle dancing through the Saturday night. With the bodhrán beating like a heart gone mad, we sing for the good times and the ghosts we had. [Pre-Chorus] So fill up the glass, let the old tales run, for the night is young and the sorrow’s done. If tomorrow comes knocking, let tomorrow wait — tonight we sing at Ireland’s gate! [Chorus] Raise it up, raise it high, to the rain, the road, and the western sky! From Sligo town to Ballyshannon, to the Old Bridge Pub in Bundoran! Hey-oh, hearts on fire, lift your voice and take it higher! Sláinte now, we’re not alone — where the Atlantic sings, we’re home! [Background Gaelic Choir] Óró, óró, mo chroí! Éirinn go Brách! Sláinte, sláinte, sing with me! [Verse 2] There are saints in the stories and sinners in the songs, there are mothers who waited when the sons were gone. There’s whiskey for courage and tea for the soul, and a laugh so loud it could shake the cold. By the cliffs and the fields where the green runs deep, where the moon lays silver on the sheep asleep, we remember the lost, but we dance with the living, for an Irish heart is a heart still giving. [Pre-Chorus] So stamp your boots till the rafters ring, let the banjo bite and the pipes take wing. If the world outside has turned too cold, there’s a fire in the song and a hand to hold! [Chorus] Raise it up, raise it high, to the rain, the road, and the western sky! From Sligo town to Ballyshannon, to the Old Bridge Pub in Bundoran! Hey-oh, hearts on fire, lift your voice and take it higher! Sláinte now, we’re not alone — where the Atlantic sings, we’re home! [Instrumental Break] [fiddle solo] [tin whistle answer] [uilleann pipes swell] [pub crowd clapping and stomping] [Bridge – softer, emotional] If I should roam far over the water, if I should lose the names I knew, call me back with pipes and laughter, and I’ll come running home to you. For every road must end in singing, every tear can turn to light. Ireland, keep your fires burning — we are yours tonight. [Gaelic Background – rising] Óró sé do bheatha abhaile… Óró sé do bheatha abhaile… Mo chroí, mo chroí… Éirinn go Brách! [Final Chorus – huge, everyone sings] Raise it up, raise it high, to the rain, the road, and the western sky! From Sligo town to Ballyshannon, to the Old Bridge Pub in Bundoran! Hey-oh, hearts on fire, lift your voice and take it higher! Sláinte now, we’re not alone — where the Atlantic sings, we’re home! [Outro – crowd chant] Where the Atlantic sings… we’re home! Where the fiddle cries… we’re home! From Sligo down to Bundoran… we’re home! [Final shouted line] Sláinte!
