A Gentle celtic ballad

[Intro – soft acoustic guitar arpeggios, distant tin whistle hum] Mist curls low 'round the old stone wall Breeze carries tales from the fall [Verse 1 – fingerpicked guitar, faint bodhrum tap] I walk the path where my grandmother sang Fern fronds brush my worn-out shoes Sunlight filters through oak branches long Painting gold on the morning dews [Pre-Chorus – layered vocal harmonies, subtle fiddle line] Every step feels like a quiet prayer Every breath tastes like mountain air [Chorus 1 – tin whistle lead, gentle strummed guitar] Oh, the moss-covered stones hold the years we've known Songs of love and the seeds we've sown By the hearth's warm glow, we'll never be alone Home is here in the bones of this stone [Interlude – tin whistle solo, soft guitar accompaniment] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – slightly louder guitar, soft bodhrum rhythm] I found a locket tucked beneath a stone Engraved with names I used to know A dried clover, a faded note Telling tales of long ago [Pre-Chorus 2 – richer harmonies, rising fiddle melody] Every word feels like a gentle touch Every memory means so much [Chorus 2 – added fiddle harmonies, fuller vocal blend] Oh, the moss-covered stones hold the years we've known Songs of hope and the seeds we've sown By the hearth's warm glow, we'll never be alone Home is here in the bones of this stone [Bridge – sparse guitar, soft vocal solo] Time may turn the hair to gray But the stones will stand to light the way No matter where my feet may roam This land will always feel like home [Final Chorus – full ensemble, warm and soaring] Oh, the moss-covered stones hold the years we've known Songs of love and the seeds we've sown By the hearth's warm glow, we'll never be alone Home is here in the bones of this stone [Outro – fading guitar, tin whistle fade-out] Mist curls low 'round the old stone wall Breeze carries tales from the fall