DJRS-UK HOLY ISLAND DJRS-UK ANTHEM MIX

[Intro – Soft wind, distant gulls, low tide rhythm] (Whispered narration) Where the tide breathes in… and the tide breathes out… There lies a path of salt and silence… A road that disappears… and returns with faith. [Verse 1] Morning breaks on the causeway line, Silver skies over shifting time, Footsteps trace where pilgrims prayed, On sands where saints and kings once laid. The North Sea hums a holy sound, Ancient stones beneath the ground, Wind through grass like whispered psalms, Heaven resting in open palms. [Pre-Chorus] Oh the tide will rise, the tide will fall, But the light on the water outshines it all, Hear the echo in the cry of the gull— You were never empty… only full. [Chorus] Holy Island, lift me higher, Salt and flame and heart’s desire, Dance with the spirit, wild and free, Where land meets eternity. Holy Island, hear my call, Through the mist I give my all, Feet on earth, but soul in flight— North wind carry me tonight. [Break – Spoken Narration, warm North East tone] Aye… can ye feel it? The hush before the tide turns… The stillness that settles on the bones… This isn’t just land, pet— It’s memory. Every wave that kisses these shores Carries stories— Of monks, of fishermen, Of fires lit against the dark. Stand still long enough… And ye’ll hear it. [Verse 2] Ruins stand in amber light, Stone against the falling night, Shadows dance where candles burned, Faith was lost and faith returned. Stars spill silver on the sea, Like blessings cast eternally, The wind it turns, it calls your name, And nothing leaves the way it came. [Pre-Chorus] Oh the tide will rise, the tide will fall, But the island stands beyond it all, Hear the rhythm in your chest— It’s the North calling you home to rest. [Chorus] Holy Island, lift me higher, Salt and flame and heart’s desire, Dance with the spirit, wild and free, Where land meets eternity. Holy Island, hear my call, Through the mist I give my all, Feet on earth, but soul in flight— North wind carry me tonight. [Break – Spoken Narration, softer, intimate] Ye don’t come here by accident. The tide lets ye cross… when it’s time. And when it takes the road away— It’s teachin’ ye patience. This island doesn’t shout. It waits. And when your heart’s ready… It dances. [Bridge – Rising, rhythmic, almost chant-like] Circle wide, circle strong, Drum of earth, ancient song, Hands to sky, feet to sand, Spirit moving through the land. Turn like tides, fierce and bright, Dark to dawn, night to light, Every breath a sacred flame— We are different… yet the same. [Final Chorus – Powerful, layered harmonies] Holy Island, lift us higher, Salt and flame and living fire, Dance with the spirit, bold and free, Where time dissolves in mystery. Holy Island, shining bright, Beacon in the northern night, Hearts awakened by the sea— Set our wandering spirits free. [Outro – Wind and distant waves] (Soft narration) When the tide returns… And the road is gone… The island remains. And so does the light.