CELTANNIA - Cliffs of Moher, She Waits(Celtic Ballad)

Song Description:
"Cliffs of Moher" tells the tragic story of a man who falls deeply in love with a spirited woman named Eileen near Liscannor Bay on Ireland’s wild west coast. Their love is intense and sacred — they carve vows into a hawthorn tree and pledge to reunite. But war calls him away, and he is gone for ten years, presumed dead.

When he returns, full of hope, he finds Eileen has died, having waited faithfully and mournfully for him — likely walking into the sea from the Cliffs of Moher, unable to bear the weight of his absence. Now, haunted by memory and guilt, the narrator longs to join her — not just in death, but in the spiritual realm that lives in the wind, the sea, and the cry of the curlew.

LYRICS:

1.
I wandered down by Liscannor Bay,
Where the gulls cry high and the wild winds play,
The salt on my lips, the ache in my chest,
For the one I lost and loved the best.

2.
The cliffs stood tall in their cloak of green,
Where the ghosts of the sea are felt, not seen.
And every wave that struck the shore
Spoke her name — Eileen astór!

3.
She danced like fire on the summer tide,
A fisherman's child, a smuggler’s bride.
With eyes like storms and hair like flame,
And lips that trembled when she spoke my name.

4.
We carved our vows on the old hawthorn,
And swore to meet ere the rise of morn.
But war called me far across the foam,
While she waited on the cliffs back home.

5.
Ten years gone in a soldier’s grave,
Fighting kings with none to save.
And when I returned to our sacred shore,
She was waiting... but she was no more.

6.
They say she stood at the cliff’s cold edge,
Wrapped in her shawl by the bramble hedge.
She watched the sea and wept her song,
Till the waves reached up and pulled her down.

7.
Now every dusk when the curlews cry,
I see her face ‘neath the blood-red sky.
She calls to me in the ocean’s roar,
From the cold, green cliffs of Moher.

8.
So lay me down where the wild winds moan,
Where no man walks and the crows have flown.
Let the sea take what time has torn —
My heart still waits where hers was worn.

9.
For love is deep as the ocean wide,
And sorrow clings like the rising tide.
Though I roam no more from Erin’s shore —
I live and die on the Cliffs of Moher.

10.
And when my soul to the mist has gone,
Sing not of war, but of love long drawn.
Let pipes and fiddle bid farewell,
Where she once wept — and I once fell.

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