[Verse] Lanterns sway in the sea-wind's hand Feet beat the earth like a timeless band Salt on the air the gulls take flight Drums call the heart into the night
[Chorus] March on march on the hills they hum The echoes rise with the beating drum Oh Brittany your song won't fade In fields of green where dreams are made
[Verse 2] Waves crash hard on the jagged stone Stories carved where the tides have flown Whispers dance through the oak tree's shade Memories sing in the steps we trade
[Bridge] Oh the fiddle cries the skies are wide The accordion laughs with the turning tide We spin we twirl the stars above This is our march our Breton love
[Chorus] March on march on the hills they hum The echoes rise with the beating drum Oh Brittany your song won't fade In fields of green where dreams are made
[Outro] Lanterns dim but the fire stays In every heart the music plays Through ancient paths where spirits run Brittany’s march will never be done
Musikstil
evoking the spirit of a breton fest-noz, vibrant with a driving rhythm led by accordion and fiddle, traditional, folk