Letters From the Hollow Hill / Irish Folk & Bardic Tunes Vol. 01

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Welcome to a tale written in whispers and carried by the wind…
"Letters from the Hollow Hill" is a hauntingly beautiful folk ballad that journeys through forgotten places, where love lingers in ink and memory.
Set to gentle melodies and wrapped in poetic lyrics, this song invites you into a world where time stands still beneath moss and oak—where every unsent letter and unheard word finds a voice.

Let candlelight guide your soul,
Let ravens carry your dreams,
Let the hollow hill speak the truths buried in silence.

Close your eyes. Listen deeply. You may just hear a voice waiting for you between the roots and trees.

🎧 Part of the "Irish Folk & Bardic Tunes" collection Vol. 01 — where each song is a doorway to another world (Available on Spotify and much more platforms).


LYRICS

Titel: "Letters from the Hollow Hill"

(Verse 1)
I wrote to you by candle flame,
With ink the color of your name.
The wind took pages through the air,
To lands where none but whispers dare.

(Verse 2)
They say beneath the hollow hill,
The air is soft, the time stands still.
And all the words we never spoke
Lie folded there in root and oak.

(Chorus)
Letters from the hollow hill,
Carried by the night so still.
Each line a breath, each curve a sigh,
Each word a wing that dares to fly.
If you should find them one day still,
Read them loud from the hollow hill.

(Verse 3)
The ravens took the tales I wrote,
Wove them in feathers, note by note.
The earth replied in bloom and rain,
But you, my love, you never came.

(Chorus)
Letters from the hollow hill,
Carried by the night so still.
Each line a breath, each curve a sigh,
Each word a wing that dares to fly.
If you should find them one day still,
Read them loud from the hollow hill.

(Bridge)
And if you walk the dusk alone,
And hear a voice that’s not your own,
It might be mine upon the breeze,
Still caught between the roots and trees.

(Final Chorus)
Letters from the hollow hill,
In every hush, they're singing still.
No fire burned them, no time erased—
They wait in earth’s forgotten place.
So let your heart fall calm and still…
And meet me at the hollow hill.


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