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The Hearthside Tale of Cillian and Oscar 1 by ANN

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The Hearthside Tale of Cillian and Oscar 1

Ballad,Male vocals

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(Verse 1)
Beneath the silver crescent’s glow, in Erin’s gentle night,
Cillian and young Oscar roam, where hearth fires burn so bright.
At Nana and Pop’s old cottage, by the peat’s warm, smoky air,
They shared a feast of midnight tales, with laughter everywhere.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing the song of hearth and home,
Where love and laughter weave and roam.
Though Pop sleeps apart, his heart’s embrace
Wraps round the boys in tender grace.
By the fire’s flicker, dreams take flight,
In Nana and Pop’s soft Irish night.
(Verse 2)
The shamrocks sway outside the door, the winds hum low and sweet,
While dice were rolled and stories told, with every heart’s quick beat.
Oscar’s eyes like twilight stars, Cillian’s yawns like dawn,
Yet in that cozy chamber warm, the bonds of love were drawn.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing the song of hearth and home,
Where love and laughter weave and roam.
Though Pop sleeps apart, his heart’s embrace
Wraps round the boys in tender grace.
By the fire’s flicker, dreams take flight,
In Nana and Pop’s soft Irish night.
(Bridge)
And there beneath the linden tree, Pop whispered soft and low,
"Though I lie apart tonight, my love’s the river’s flow.
It moves through every shadow cast, it’s in the morning dew,
A guardian spirit by your side, forever watching you."
(Verse 3)
The dawn will bring the lark’s bright song, and stories yet anew,
But in this night of warmth and peace, the world feels safe and true.
For Cillian and young Oscar, in their Nana’s gentle care,
The hearthside tale of love endures, beyond all time and air.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing the song of hearth and home,
Where love and laughter weave and roam.
Though Pop sleeps apart, his heart’s embrace
Wraps round the boys in tender grace.
By the fire’s flicker, dreams take flight,
In Nana and Pop’s soft Irish night.
(Outro)
So raise a glass to nights like these, in Ireland’s gentle fold,
Where family’s warmth and stories told are worth their weight in gold.