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OnSome Bright Day
02/19/2026
Tanja Potočnik
Tanja Potočnik
,
Carl John Dwyer
,
Traditional Irish folk love ballad, key of D minor, slow (72 BPM), Simple acoustic guitar (easy open chords: Dm–Bb–C–Dm), light fingerpicking or soft strum, Strong focus on expressive Gaelic-style violin with slides and long emotional notes, Subtle bodhrán. Mood: reunion, joy, laughter, bittersweet goodbye, hopeful promise to meet again, Organic, raw, traditional.
Lyrics:
Verse 1
I saw you by the sea, my love,
Where the wild winds blow,
Your hair in gold, your eyes so bright,
In the evening glow.
Months had passed since you were gone,
Across the rolling main,
But time fell soft between our hands
When you came home again.
Chorus
We’ll meet again, oh don’t you know,
Where the long tides roll,
We laughed and cried by the firelight glow
With heart and soul.
Though the road runs far and the days grow long,
And the world pulls us away,
We’ll meet again, my own true love,
On some bright day.
Verse 2
We walked along the cliff so high,
Where the grey waves sigh,
You told your tales, I held your hand,
No need to ask why.
We laughed until the tears fell down,
Like summer rain,
And all the hurt we carried there
Was washed out in the rain.
Chorus
We’ll meet again, oh don’t you know,
Where the long tides roll,
We laughed and cried by the firelight glow
With heart and soul.
Though the road runs far and the days grow long,
And the world pulls us away,
We’ll meet again, my own true love,
On some bright day.
Bridge
The morning came so pale and slow,
With a cold, clear light,
Your bag was packed by the cottage door,
Too soon that sight.
No angry words, no bitter tears,
Just one long embrace,
And the quiet ache of leaving time
We could not chase.
(Instrumental — fiddle / pipes)
Final Chorus
We’ll meet again, oh don’t you know,
Where the long tides roll,
Your voice still sings in my heart and home
So soft and low.
Though the road runs far and the days grow long,
And the world pulls us away,
We’ll meet again, my own true love,
On some bright day.
Outro
So go, mo grá, and don’t you fear,
Wherever you may roam,
For the sea will sing and the winds will say,
“You’re always home.”
And I’ll stand here where the grey gulls cry
Above the open glen,
With a hopeful heart and an open door
Till we meet again.
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