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The Northern Reel 1 by Jonatan

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The Northern Reel 1

folk,male vocals

0:003:45
Lyrics
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(Verse 1)
From the misty glens of County Clare, I sailed across the sea
Traded rolling hills for forests bare, in the land of the tall pine tree
Stockholm's streets are clean and wide, a world away from home
But I carry the ancient fire inside, wherever I may roam
Got my banjo on my back, my pipes are in my hand
Playing rebel tunes, a Celtic man, in this quiet northern land
(Chorus)
Oh, the bagpipes wail a lonely sound, the banjo starts to pick
The bodhrán drum begins to pound, a rhythm fast and quick
From the pubs of Dublin to the Stockholm squares, we make the people feel
A Nordic heart with a Celtic air, dancing to the Northern Reel
It's a clash of worlds, a brand new sound, a vibrant, joyful noise
The sweetest music to be found, with a fiery, Celtic voice
(Verse 2)
The Swedes they watch, they tap their feet, a little smile, a curious glance
They've never heard this frantic beat, this wild and joyful dance
They speak of sagas, kings, and runes, of winters long and cold
I sing them old forgotten tunes, of warriors brave and bold
The fiddle weeps, the banjo flies, a story in each note
Of teardrops in a lover's eyes, and the last ship left afloat
(Chorus)
Oh, the bagpipes wail a lonely sound, the banjo starts to pick
The bodhrán drum begins to pound, a rhythm fast and quick
From the pubs of Dublin to the Stockholm squares, we make the people feel
A Nordic heart with a Celtic air, dancing to the Northern Reel
It's a clash of worlds, a brand new sound, a vibrant, joyful noise
The sweetest music to be found, with a fiery, Celtic voice
(Bridge)
Some nights I miss the pouring rain, the scent of peat upon the fire
But the midnight sun, it eases the pain, and fills me with desire
To blend the old world with the new, a tapestry of sound
For a wandering soul, forever true, on this Scandinavian ground
(Instrumental Solo)
Bagpipes, Banjo, and Drums
(Chorus)
Oh, the bagpipes wail a lonely sound, the banjo starts to pick
The bodhrán drum begins to pound, a rhythm fast and quick
From the pubs of Dublin to the Stockholm squares, we make the people feel
A Nordic heart with a Celtic air, dancing to the Northern Reel
It's a clash of worlds, a brand new sound, a vibrant, joyful noise
The sweetest music to be found, with a fiery, Celtic voice