[(Intro – instrumental only) Low droning uilleann pipes set the tone, joined by a slow, heartbeat-like bodhrán rhythm. A melancholic tin whistle weaves a lonely melody, while a bowed fiddle धीरे builds tension underneath. After a few bars, a soft acoustic guitar enters with open, ringing chords—then everything pulls back slightly… leaving space before the first verse begins.] Verse 1 Old bones creak in a farmer’s yard, A donkey worn, but a stubborn heart, They said, “You’re done, you’ve lost your use,” But he kicked the dust and slipped the noose. Down the road where the wild winds cry, He met a hound with a fading eye, “Once I ran like a storm,” he said, “Now they wait for me to drop dead…” Pre-Chorus Two lost souls on a broken road, No place left, no hand to hold… Chorus (Hook) Oh we won’t go quietly into the night, We are more than the sum of a wasted life, Raise your voice, let the dark take flight, We’ll sing till the morning breaks the sky. No, we won’t fade out, we won’t be small, When the world turns cold, we’ll stand up tall— If we’ve got nothing, we’ve got this call: We are the wild, we are the all. Verse 2 A crooked fence and a shadowed gate, A cat sat thin by the hand of fate, “Once I danced on velvet feet, Now they curse me in the street.” Then a rooster cried at the break of day, “They’ll cut me down if I choose to stay,” Four misfits bound by a fragile thread, Chasing a dream where hope ain’t dead. Pre-Chorus No crowns, no gold, no grand design, Just broken hearts in crooked line… Chorus (Hook) Oh we won’t go quietly into the night, We are more than the sum of a wasted life, Raise your voice, let the dark take flight, We’ll sing till the morning breaks the sky. No, we won’t fade out, we won’t be small, When the world turns cold, we’ll stand up tall— If we’ve got nothing, we’ve got this call: We are the wild, we are the all. Bridge (Build – layered voices, male & female harmonies) Four shadows tall in the lantern light, A scream, a howl in the dead of night, They scared the thieves with a ghostly cry— Not strength, but spirit, made them fly. Not kings, not heroes carved in stone, Just souls who refused to die alone… Final Chorus (bigger, anthemic, full instrumentation) Oh we won’t go quietly into the night, We are more than the sum of a wasted life, Raise your voice, let the dark take flight, We’ll sing till the morning breaks the sky. No, we won’t fade out, we won’t be small, When the world turns cold, we’ll stand up tall— If we’ve got nothing, we’ve got this call: We are the wild… we are the all. Outro Verse (Message / Moral – stripped back, intimate) So if they tell you your time has gone, That you don’t fit, that you don’t belong, Remember four who chose to stand— With empty hearts and joined hands. For worth’s not measured by youth or gold, But the fire you keep when the night turns cold, And even the lost can still be found… When broken voices make one sound.
