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Pour Gech Sion — Classical Elegy 2 by Gech

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Pour Gech Sion — Classical Elegy 2

Classical,Mezzo-Soprano Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
[Piano whispers]
A gentle prelude: salt and cedar air,
Strings open like breath, bell-echoes declare.
[Verse 1]
On the cliff where the old bellhouse still rings,
Cedar breath and salt on the morning wings.
Lantern stalls thread gold through narrow stone lanes,
Children chase tides, blue laughter on their veins.
[Instrumental Cue]
[Strings answer / Harp arpeggio]
[Chorus]
Gech Sion, where lanterns gather like constellations,
We keep our names in the glass of its stations.
Strings bend the light; piano folds the dawn,
Each note a lantern swinging at the eaves.
[Verse 2]
Gech Sion, a hilltown of glass and salt-streaked stone,
Bell-tower clock calls the market to its own.
Old women braid songs into the fishing lines,
A child leaves a marble in the water's mouth.
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Cello hums / Piano whispers]
[Chorus]
Gech Sion, where lanterns gather like constellations,
We keep our names in the glass of its stations.
Strings bend the light; piano folds the dawn,
Each note a lantern swinging at the eaves.
[Bridge]
When winter lifts, the lanterns learn new songs,
We stitch the quay with coins and memory long.
Salt and lamp oil, cedar smoke on the breeze,
Passion and patience braided into these.
[Instrumental Cue]
[Full strings swell / Solo flute replies]
[Chorus — Varied]
Gech Sion, the lanterns gather and return,
Names hang like tides; we mend them as they burn.
Cellos answer, bell and wave in slow accord,
Home keeps its honest light—our steady chord.
[Outro]
[Piano softens / Strings fade]
Piano folds the map; dusk stitches the bay.
Pour Gech Sion — sing it once before we sleep.
Soft echoes linger where cedar meets the sea,
The town keeps breathing—lanterns guiding me.