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The Forest That Forgot Its Name – A Celtic Journey Through Sound and Vision

Welcome to a forgotten forest that appears on no map – a place suspended between dream and memory. Our latest Irish Celtic song video invites you into a mystical world where music and poetry merge into a deeply moving story.

The Song:
“The Forest That Forgot Its Name” tells the tale of a mysterious woodland where time, memory, and identity blur in magical ways. With a melancholic melody and poetic lyrics, it creates a soundscape of longing, loss, and quiet transformation.

The Video:
Each scene visually traces the lyrics – from ancient trees and whispering streams to a mysterious girl encountered along the way. In the end, the painted image briefly comes to life – a subtle enchantment that lingers.

For fans of:
Celtic music, Loreena McKennitt, mysterious natural worlds, dreamlike visuals, and deeply poetic storytelling.

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LYRICS:

"The Forest That Forgot Its Name"


(Verse 1)
There’s a wood where no maps ever dare to unfold,
Where the bramble runs deep and the branches grow old.
The owls speak in riddles, the rivers run clear,
But no soul remembers who once wandered here.

(Verse 2)
The path disappears with each step that you take,
And time drips like rain from each leaf and each ache.
The silence is breathing, the roots seem to hum,
As if waiting for someone who never has come.

(Chorus)
In the forest that forgot its name,
Where nothing returns and no hearts remain,
I left a song on a stone by a tree,
For the part of myself that still lingers in me.
If you hear it, don’t speak, just remember the flame
That once flickered in the forest that forgot its name.

(Verse 3)
I met a girl there with frost in her hair,
Her eyes held the storm and the hush of despair.
She spoke of the world in a language of wind,
And vanished like dreams that the dawn cannot bind.

(Chorus)
In the forest that forgot its name,
Where nothing returns and no hearts remain,
I left a song on a stone by a tree,
For the part of myself that still lingers in me.
If you hear it, don’t speak, just remember the flame
That once flickered in the forest that forgot its name.

(Bridge)
And some say it’s cursed, and some say it’s blessed,
A place where the weary may finally rest.
But I say it waits with a memory long,
For those who still carry the weight of a song.

(Final Chorus – sanft, fast flüsternd)
In the forest that forgot its name,
Where the wind carves the echoes of joy and of shame,
If you wander too far, you may never quite leave—
But you’ll find what you lost when you first learned to grieve.
So tread light, and take only the hush when you came,
From the forest that softly forgot its name.


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