SINGLE
The Claddagh Ring
Second single from the upcoming album The Ghosts of Dál Riata
RELEASE DETAILS
The Claddagh Ring
STORY
The Claddagh Ring is about love becoming something real enough to hold. Set in Dublin, it follows the quiet act of choosing a pair of rings, not as ceremony, fate, or inherited tradition, but as a human decision made between two wounded people. Hands, heart, and crown become more than symbols: holding, love, and loyalty are given weight through silver, skin, fear, and trust. Intimate, heavy, and romantic, the song turns a simple object into the moment where love stops being an idea and becomes a choice.
LYRICS
[Verse 1] We walked through Dublin with the daylight low Past narrow streets and windows full of silver Your hand brushed mine, then stayed there slow Like something broken learning to be tender I saw the rings beneath the glass Small cold circles catching skin and light You smiled like you already knew I was scared of wanting this tonight [Pre-Chorus] Hands for holding Heart for love Crown for staying When the ground gives way Nothing written Nothing staged Just your fingers Finding mine again [Chorus] Put the Claddagh ring in my hand Let the silver feel real against my skin Not a story, not a dream Not some beautiful lie I made myself believe Put the Claddagh ring on my hand Let me choose you with open hands Hands, heart, crown, and everything Love became weight In a Claddagh ring [Post-Chorus] [Verse 2] I don't trust promises, I've heard them break I've seen soft words turn sharp in the dark So I stood there quiet, trying not to shake With old fear pulling at my heart You didn't ask me to be healed You didn't dress the damage up as gold You just looked at me and held your breath Like, "Take the meaning you are ready to hold" [Bridge] This is not magic This is not theatre This is your breath And the shake in my hands I want this real I want this here No smoke, no mask No disappearing The ring in your palm My pulse in my wrist I was afraid of needing this But I still choose it [Final Chorus] I put the Claddagh ring in your hand Let the silver feel real against your skin Not a story, not a dream Not some beautiful lie We made ourselves believe I put the Claddagh ring on your hand Let me choose you with open hands Hands, heart, crown, and everything Love became weight In a Claddagh ring