Oh the sun hath kissed my shoulder bare,
Traditional Irish folk arrangement opening with lively fiddle and tin whistle melodies over a lilting acoustic guitar and bodhrán rhythm. The verses feature interwoven mandolin and uilleann pipes, with occasional accordion accents, building to energetic instrumental breaks.
Oh the sun hath kissed my shoulder bare,
Traditional Irish folk arrangement opening with lively fiddle and tin whistle melodies over a lilting acoustic guitar and bodhrán rhythm. The verses feature interwoven mandolin and uilleann pipes, with occasional accordion accents, building to energetic instrumental breaks.
Lyrics
Intro
Oh the sun hath kissed my shoulder bare,
And the wheat sways wild in the smoky air—
Let the winter moan, let the cold ones run,
We ride ‘neath the eye of the roaring sun!
Verse 1
Throw wide the gates, let the rivers speak!
The meadows bloom and the ale grows weak!
Bare feet slap on the earth so loud,
Drunk off the sky and the singing crowd.
Hay in her hair, sweat on my brow,
Chasing the dusk ‘til the stars allow—
No crown on my head but a wreath of vine,
And a grin too crooked for holy sign.
Pre-Chorus
O’ barkeep pour ‘til the barrel weeps!
We’ll dance ‘til the orchard no longer sleeps!
Strike the drum with a sinner’s hand—
This night belongs to no god or man!
Chorus
In the blaze of ale and sun,
We live like devils, laugh like young.
Cups held high ‘til the dawn is done—
Sing loud, sing loud ‘til the breath is gone!
O’ the blaze of ale and sun—
No chains, no chill, no rule, no one!
Verse 2
She kissed me twice ‘fore the fire caught,
Then vanished into the barley’s knot—
I swore I'd chase her through heat and haze,
But the field just laughed and set me ablaze.
Bonfires roar where the saints won't tread,
We make our vows with cider instead.
Every laugh’s a dagger to time’s old face,
We steal our joy, we do not wait.
Pre-Chorus
So play that lute ‘til the strings all fray,
And curse the gods who fear the day—
For every soul with sweat and sun,
Tonight we rise, we burn, we run!
Chorus
In the blaze of ale and sun,
We sin like heroes, cry like none.
Tankards clash ‘til the weak ones shun—
Sing loud, sing loud ‘til the breath is gone!
O’ the blaze of ale and sun—
Our hearts beat wild, our time begun!
Bridge – Chant-style, stomping rhythm
OHHHH—
No frost shall find us!
No priest shall bind us!
The wind may chase!
But flame rewinds us!
Final Chorus – one octave higher, belt it out!
In the blaze of ale and sun,
We live, we burn, we come undone.
Our tales shall echo when the day is run—
Sing loud, sing loud ‘til the breath is gone!
O’ the blaze of ale and sun—
Forever free ‘til the last song's sung!
Outro – soft, fading
So if I die ‘neath the summer's grin...
Tell ‘em I lived with fire within.