Glens of My Heart – Emotional Irish Ballad | Celtic Music

Glens of My Heart - Celtic Music & Irish Folk Storytelling by The Cheeky Celt - A cinematic Irish folk ballad steeped in Celtic music, Glens of My Heart is a love letter to Ireland’s wild soul — where wind, memory, and landscape are forever entwined. From stone walls and shifting light to the quiet pull of distant hills, this piece captures the ache of belonging and the deep-rooted call of home that never fades, no matter how far you wander.

This original piece blends cinematic storytelling with the timeless spirit of the Celtic lands — honoring heritage, resilience, and the enduring human story.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I was born where the soft rain lingers
On the stone and the furze and the thorn
Where the river slips through your fingers
And carries your secrets un-sworn
Old field
Brown boot
Cold morning
Smoke from a far cottage fire
Every path
Every gate
Every warning
Calling me back to desire

[Chorus]
Sweet Ireland, my Ireland
You live in the glens of my heart
In the bend of the stream
In a low curlew scream
In the wind that can tear me apart
Sweet Ireland, my Ireland
Your wild in my marrow and mind
If I wander the world
I will still be your girl
For your hills are the home I can't hide

[Verse 2]
I have knelt where the tall grass shivers
At the foot of a grey reek's rise
Seen the clouds kiss down on the ridges
Like an old lover closing his eyes
I have tasted the dark in the heather
Heard stories grow sharp by the fire
Every stone holds a name
Holds a weather
Every name holds a hunger
A choir

[Bridge]
Keep me, Green country, Keep me (oh)
In your cold rain and warm smoky rooms
Lay me down where the last light is fading
Where the gorse bleeds its yellow in bloom
When I'm dust, Let the slow river take me
Past briar and broken stone wall
Let the mountains stand over and wake me
When you whisper my name in the squall

[Chorus]
Sweet Ireland, my Ireland
You live in the glens of my heart
In the bend of the stream
In a low curlew scream
In the wind that can tear me apart
Sweet Ireland, my Ireland
Your wild in my marrow and mind
If I wander the world
I will still be your girl
For your hills are the home I can't hide