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The Piper's Plea 1 by nighttime

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The Piper's Plea 1

Folk,Male vocals

0:003:13
Lyrics
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(Verse 1)
In the heart of the city, where the shadows crawl and creep,
Ailin walked with open eyes while the world was half asleep.
He saw the greed in hungry eyes, the deals done in the dark,
A world of broken promises, a fire with no spark.
He clutched his pipes, the wood and leather, a burden and a friend,
And walked out from the city walls, to where the hard roads end.
(Chorus)
He stood upon the highest crag, where wind and spirits blew,
And put the chanter to his lips, a mournful, lively tune he threw.
"Oh, tell me, sprites of mountain mist, and ghosts of ancient stone,"
"What is this sin that grips the world and chills it to the bone?"
"Make my question a legend, whispered on the breeze,"
"A celtic tale for all to hear, carried on the trees!"
(Verse 2)
He played all night, a frantic reel, beneath the silver moon,
The notes they danced with fireflies, a wild and hopeful boon.
The stones of old, they seemed to hum, the loch began to gleam,
No answer came in spoken word, but in a waking dream.
A vision of the good and bad, a tapestry of fate,
A choice that lies in every heart, before it is too late.
(Chorus)
He stood upon the highest crag, where wind and spirits blew,
And put the chanter to his lips, a mournful, lively tune he threw.
"Oh, tell me, sprites of mountain mist, and ghosts of ancient stone,"
"What is this sin that grips the world and chills it to the bone?"
"Make my question a legend, whispered on the breeze,"
"A celtic tale for all to hear, carried on the trees!"
(Bridge)
They say that Ailin vanished when the morning sun appeared,
But his melody, it lingered on, conquering all fears.
From pub to port, the children sing, the lively, questioning sound,
The urban legend of the man on sacred, hallowed ground.
(Outro)
So if you hear the pipes at night, a lively, searching plea,
It's just the ghost of Ailin, asking for you and me.
(Bagpipe solo, lively and energetic, slowly fading out)
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