歌词
(intro)
(first verse)
In Erin's verdant vale, where fairies softly sing,
Dwells Martin, a priest with a bard's soul taking wing.
With words he guides his flock, with faith's unyielding light,
But music fills his heart, a symphony taking flight.
A counsel of the Holy See, with wisdom's gentle sway,
He navigates the law, where justice holds its sway.
With words as keen as his melodies so pure,
He defends the wronged, forever to endure.
(chorus)
His melodies like prayers on the wind they soar,
Filled with hope and love, forevermore.
Believers and nonbelievers, united they stand,
In a chorus of harmony, hand in hand.
(second verse)
Yet in the quiet hours, when shadows softly creep,
He seeks solace in music, where his spirit finds its keep.
With fingers light on keys, he weaves a magic spell,
Intelligent machines, his partners, crafting well.
Synthesizers sing in tongues of ancient lore,
Computers whisper secrets from times of yore.
Martin listens intently, wisdom he absorbs,
And transforms it into music, where the soul embarks.
(chorus)
His melodies like prayers on the wind they soar,
Filled with hope and love, forevermore.
Believers and nonbelievers, united they stand,
In a chorus of harmony, hand in hand.
(third verse)
Martin, the priest of music, intelligent and wise,
A bridge between the past and where the future lies.
He reminds us beauty can from the unexpected bloom,
And faith can find a home in places dispelling gloom.
In Erin's verdant vale, where fairies softly sigh,
Martin's music echoes, reaching for the sky.
A beacon in a world where darkness sometimes reigns,
A reminder that magic still sustains.
(chorus)
His melodies like prayers on the wind they soar,
Filled with hope and love, forevermore.
Believers and nonbelievers, united they stand,
In a chorus of harmony, hand in hand.
(outro)
(chorus)
His melodies like prayers on the wind they soar,
Filled with hope and love, forevermore.
Believers and nonbelievers, united they stand,
In a chorus of harmony, hand in hand. (hand in hand)
(outro)
(end)
