Whisper to Me Oh Quiet Moon | Celtic Night's Embrace

Описание: ✨ Step into the mystical world of ancient Celtic culture with 'Whisper to Me Oh Quiet Moon' 🏞️🌙

🎶 Immerse yourself in the enchanting melody and poetic lyrics that paint a picture of the sacred forest rituals and the timeless magic of the night.

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🔮 Experience the magic of the ancient world, where every whisper of the moon tells a story and every rustle of the leaves carries a secret.

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Lyrics:
The moon hangs low, a silver sigh,
A lantern caught in the velvet sky.
Leaves murmur soft, their secrets told,
Each breath of night, a story old.
In the hush, where shadows keep,
The forest dreams, half-asleep.
Whisper to me, oh quiet moon,
A tender tune, a sacred rune.
Through branches bare, your light cascades,
Filling the night with silver braids.
The harp strings hum, a gentle plea,
Echoing tales of what could be.
A trumpet cries from a distant shore,
Its voice a lover, lost, unsure.
And in the still, where time is thin,
A warmth stirs deep, a spark within.
Oh, the stars— they watch, they wait,
Spinning threads of an ancient fate.
The breeze, it carries a song so low,
A melody only the heart can know.
Whisper to me, oh quiet moon,
A tender tune, a sacred rune.
Through branches bare, your light cascades,
Filling the night with silver braids.
Whisper to me, oh quiet moon,
A tender tune, a sacred rune.
Through branches bare, your light cascades,
Filling the night with silver braids.
As night withdraws, the dawn arrives,
Yet the moon's soft whisper survives.
In dreams, it lingers, a sacred hymn,
A melody etched where love begins.