Mairfidh na Scéalta (The Stories Will Live On)

[Verse 1] I walk where the mist leans low, Through ash and elder glow. The fern bends under my hand, As if it knows this land. Old stones keep their sleep, Names in the moss run deep. I hear the long ago, In the hush between the rows. [Pre-Chorus] A nollaig of light in the leaves, A prayer in the cold green breeze. Who walked here before my name? Who left this quiet flame? [Chorus] Mairfidh na scéalta, stay with me, Under the rowan, under the tree. Mairfidh na scéalta, call me home, Where the old ones walked, I walk alone. [Verse 2] Bluebells bow in the shade, Silver on every blade. A blackbird threads the air, Singing like someone’s there. I touch the bark, so rough, Time in the grain and dust. And I feel the land respond, Like a half-remembered song. [Pre-Chorus] A nollaig of light in the leaves, A prayer in the cold green breeze. Who carried the fire through? Who turned the dark to dew? [Chorus] Mairfidh na scéalta, stay with me, Under the rowan, under the tree. Mairfidh na scéalta, call me home, Where the old ones walked, I walk alone. [Bridge] [Instrumental] Cuimhnigh, cuimhnigh— the mist, the names, the years. A soft refrain in the bracken, A braid of wonder and tears. [Chorus] Mairfidh na scéalta, stay with me, Under the rowan, under the tree. Mairfidh na scéalta, call me home, Where the old ones walked, I walk alone.