Celtic Sisters - The Loom Of Rowan Ash (Live Performance)

"The sword must break, the willow bend..." Experience Celtic Sisters performing "The Loom of Rowan Ash" live. Rooted in ancient pagan folklore and medieval mysticism, this ballad weaves haunting harmonies, Celtic harp, uilleann pipes, and the pulse of the bodhrán to explore the cycle of life, generational sacrifice, and the quiet impermanence of mortal ambition. 📜 Lyrics: Beneath the ribs of hollowed stone, Where moss drinks deep of kings unknown, We plant the seed in winter’s freeze, To feed the boughs we’ll never see. The river takes what men defend, The sword must break, the willow bend. Spin the wool and cut the thread, Salt the hearth where shadows tread. Nothing lost is truly gone, It sleeps beneath the marrow bone. O wind, blow through the rowan tree, Teach the dust of what will be! Crowns of iron turn to clay, Night outlives the brightest day. Carry our names across the moor, To the silence at the ocean floor. We carved our vows upon the bark, A lantern lit against the dark. Yet greed would build a higher wall, To claim the sun before the fall. A mother sings to quiet stone, "You walk with all who walked alone." O wind, blow through the rowan tree, Teach the dust of what will be! Crowns of iron turn to clay, Night outlives the brightest day. Carry our names across the moor, To the silence at the ocean floor. Blood into rain, Rain to the grain, What burns to ash Shall rise again. The wheel must turn, The flame must learn— To keep the light, you must let it burn. O wind, blow through the rowan tree, Set the captive spirit free! Crowns of iron turn to clay, Night gives way to morning grey. Carry our names across the moor, We are the waves upon the shore! Salt the hearth... Let embers die... Underneath an open sky. If this song moved you, please consider Liking, Subscribing, and sharing it with another traveler of the old roads. #celticmusic #folkmusic #medievalfantasy #paganfolklore #CelticSisters #liveacoustic #atmosphericfolk