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Songs for Quinn

9 free songs with the name Quinn in the chorus: birthday songs, love songs and lullabies, from indie folk to gentle acoustic.

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  • Sweet on the Bus

    Indie folk · Gentle · Fingerpicked

    A rowdy, joyful birthday song built for a packed room to belt together, chocolate frosting sliding down a rail and all.

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    Verse 1

    The bus is packed and swaying wild We caught the frosting as it fell You laughed so loud we all turned round That grin of yours, we know it well

    Pre-chorus

    Somebody's holding up the cake Somebody's shouting out your name The whole bus leans in for the win

    Chorus

    Quinn, we're cheering till we're hoarse Every stranger joins the din Quinn, you make the whole ride yours Happy birthday, Quinn, again, Quinn

    Verse 2

    You wiped the chocolate off your chin And licked your thumb like nothing spilled We're squashed together, knee to knee But nobody minds, we're all so thrilled

    Pre-chorus

    Somebody's holding up the cake Somebody's shouting out your name The whole bus leans in for the win

    Chorus

    Quinn, we're cheering till we're hoarse Every stranger joins the din Quinn, you make the whole ride yours Happy birthday, Quinn, again, Quinn

    Bridge

    Doesn't matter where this bus is bound You're the reason we're not sitting down Sticky hands and voices raised as one Nobody's checking when this stop is done

    Chorus

    Quinn, we're cheering till we're hoarse Every stranger joins the din Quinn, you make the whole ride yours Happy birthday, Quinn, again, Quinn

    Outro

    The rail still wears your chocolate mark We'll ride like this till we're old and grey

  • Light Two Candles

    Motown soul · Motown · Soul · Brass

    A warm Motown-style birthday singalong built around two small flames guttering in a pastry box, perfect for a room full of people to sing to Quinn.

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    Verse 1

    Two candles on a box of white Wax is dripping, catching light Somebody grabbed them off the shelf Just to prove we love you, Quinn, yourself

    Chorus

    Quinn, the room lights up for you Everything we say is true Blow it out and make your grin That's the only wish we're wishing, Quinn

    Verse 2

    Steel counter, kitchen full of noise Somebody's shouting, cheers and joys Nobody cares the cake's askew Every single one of us loves you

    Pre-chorus

    Doesn't matter how the year has gone Doesn't matter what got lost along We're still here to sing this on

    Chorus

    Quinn, the room lights up for you Everything we say is true Blow it out and make your grin That's the only wish we're wishing, Quinn

    Bridge

    However far you've had to travel back However long the road, however black You walked in and the whole thing changed

    Chorus

    Quinn, the room lights up for you Everything we say is true Blow it out and make your grin That's the only wish we're wishing, Quinn

    Outro

    Wax will pool and disappear But we're glad you're standing here

  • Yellow Confetti for Quinn

    Ceilidh jig · Ceilidh · Accordion · Whirling

    A stomping ceilidh birthday singalong built for a whole room to shout back, sparked by yellow confetti blowing past frozen footprints outside a corner shop.

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    Verse 1

    Confetti's tumbling down the street Chasing footprints frozen thin Somebody's laughing at the cold Somebody's calling out for Quinn

    Chorus

    Quinn, the whole room's turning bright Grab a hand and pull it in Every clatter, every cheer Tonight the noise is all for Quinn

    Verse 2

    The shop door's jangling open wide Warm light spilling on your grin Everyone stamping off the frost Just to raise a glass to Quinn

    Pre-chorus

    Someone's finding you a chair Someone's shouting let's begin Hold that breath before it starts

    Chorus

    Quinn, the whole room's turning bright Grab a hand and pull it in Every clatter, every cheer Tonight the noise is all for Quinn

    Bridge

    However far the roads have gone However thin the crowd gets thin We'll stamp our boots against the cold And bring it back around to Quinn

    Chorus

    Quinn, the whole room's turning bright Grab a hand and pull it in Every clatter, every cheer Tonight the noise is all for Quinn

    Outro

    The paper's settling on the ground But we are not done loving Quinn

  • Salt on My Fingers

    Piano ballad · Piano · Ballad · Intimate

    A quiet piano love song about the small, ordinary moment of sharing a bag of pretzels in the car, and how that little warmth says everything.

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    Verse 1

    The bag sits warm between our seats Salt on my fingers, steam and heat You tear it open, hand it over No one's watching, we don't need another

    Pre-chorus

    Nothing about this moment's big Just warmth and grease and your quick grin But something in me starts to give

    Chorus

    Quinn, you make the quiet feel like plenty Passing pretzels, nothing fancy This is love with the wrapper torn Simple as the day I was born

    Verse 2

    You laugh with salt still on your chin I reach for more, you let me win Windows fogged, the engine humming This is what I call belonging

    Bridge

    I don't need candlelight or wine Just your hand passing something mine The bag goes empty, we stay put Loving you was never hard work

    Chorus

    Quinn, you make the quiet feel like plenty Passing pretzels, nothing fancy This is love with the wrapper torn Simple as the day I was born

    Outro

    The bag's crushed flat between our seats Still the warmest place I'll ever be

  • Steam and Light

    Irish air · Irish · Whistle · Lilting

    A quiet, plain love song for Quinn, about the kind of love that needs no noise to prove itself.

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    Verse 1

    The lamp burns low and gold tonight Your mug goes cold beside the keys I watch you working in the light And something in me starts to ease

    Pre-chorus

    You never ask me to be loud You never ask for grand or new So let me say this plain and true

    Chorus

    Quinn, you're the calm I didn't plan for Quinn, you make the small hours kind I could sit here till the coffee's finished Just glad that you are mine

    Verse 2

    You hum a tune you half forget Your fingers pause, then carry on I don't need music, don't need words Just you, and how the light has drawn

    Chorus

    Quinn, you're the calm I didn't plan for Quinn, you make the small hours kind I could sit here till the coffee's finished Just glad that you are mine

    Bridge

    No need to talk it into shape No need to rush what's steady, slow This is the love that stays awake Long after the lamp burns low

    Chorus

    Quinn, you're the calm I didn't plan for Quinn, you make the small hours kind I could sit here till the coffee's finished Just glad that you are mine

    Outro

    The mug's gone cold, the lamp burns on And still I'm glad I stayed

  • Under the Strip Lights

    Indie folk · Airy · Fingerpicked

    A quiet, sincere love song about waiting rooms and small hours, for anyone who loves a Quinn old or new.

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    Verse 1

    Green floor humming under the light Rows of chairs, nowhere to be You're the only steady thing in sight Calm as anything, next to me

    Pre-chorus

    Every plastic seat looks the same But you make the waiting worth it Say the word and I'll say your name

    Chorus

    Quinn, you're the reason I don't mind waiting Hours can pass, I won't complain Quinn, this feeling isn't fading Steady as a heartbeat, plain

    Verse 2

    Fluorescent hum, the whole room still Nobody here but you and me You could be anywhere you will And still you chose this company

    Pre-chorus

    Every plastic seat looks the same But you make the waiting worth it Say the word and I'll say your name

    Chorus

    Quinn, you're the reason I don't mind waiting Hours can pass, I won't complain Quinn, this feeling isn't fading Steady as a heartbeat, plain

    Bridge

    No music playing, just the light No reason for my heart to spin But something in this ordinary night Makes me certain I'll stay in

    Chorus

    Quinn, you're the reason I don't mind waiting Hours can pass, I won't complain Quinn, this feeling isn't fading Steady as a heartbeat, plain

    Outro

    Green light still hums on the floor I'd wait in this room, always, for you

  • Yellow Through Blue

    Gentle acoustic · Acoustic · Nylon guitar · Soft

    A slow, quiet lullaby for sending Quinn off to sleep, built around the soft glow of a lamp through curtains and the safety of a well loved bed.

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    Verse 1

    Yellow light comes leaking soft through the blue cotton curtain Falling down in a warm little pool where you lie Nothing out in the dark tonight could ever hurt you You are held here so gently beneath this quiet sky

    Chorus

    Quinn, my love, let the whole wide world grow still Every breath that you take is warm and calm and thin Rest your head where the light comes down so still There is nowhere as safe as right here, Quinn

    Verse 2

    The pillow beneath you has worn soft at its edges Frayed and gentle from all of the nights spent this way You have made this small corner of the house your own kingdom And I will stay close until the dark turns to grey

    Pre-chorus

    Your eyes are getting heavy now, and that is alright The lamp will keep on glowing long after you dream Close them slow, my love, and drift into the light

    Chorus

    Quinn, my love, let the whole wide world grow still Every breath that you take is warm and calm and thin Rest your head where the light comes down so still There is nowhere as safe as right here, Quinn

    Bridge

    Sleep now, and let the hours turn soft and slow around you Nothing waits in the shadows but morning coming in

    Chorus

    Quinn, my love, let the whole wide world grow still Every breath that you take is warm and calm and thin Rest your head where the light comes down so still There is nowhere as safe as right here, Quinn

    Outro

    The yellow light will still be here when you wake tomorrow Warm on the pillow, waiting for you again

  • Down the Drain, Off to Sleep

    Accordion cradle · Accordion · Old world · Gentle

    A slow, breath-soft lullaby for bedtime, watching the last drops of bathwater slip away while the little one drifts under warm covers.

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    Verse 1

    Warm water is easing away down the white little basin Every small drop finds its own gentle way to begin You are dry now, wrapped up, and the night waits so quiet Nothing left in the world but this soft steady grin

    Pre-chorus

    Close your eyes now, the water has gone where it goes Let the hush of the room settle down to your toes Sleep is coming to find you, so soft and so slow

    Chorus

    Quinn, my Quinn, let the whole day drain away Nothing to carry, nothing to win or to weigh Rest here beside me where the dark is thin Quinn, you are held here, quiet and safe, my Quinn

    Verse 2

    Somewhere the last little droplet slips down and is gone now Taking the noise of the day with it, thin as a pin You keep the warmth of it, curled in your blanket Nothing can follow you here, not even the wind

    Chorus

    Quinn, my Quinn, let the whole day drain away Nothing to carry, nothing to win or to weigh Rest here beside me where the dark is thin Quinn, you are held here, quiet and safe, my Quinn

    Bridge

    Sleep like the last warm drop finding its way home Slow, and unhurried, with nowhere else to be

    Chorus

    Quinn, my Quinn, let the whole day drain away Nothing to carry, nothing to win or to weigh Rest here beside me where the dark is thin Quinn, you are held here, quiet and safe, my Quinn

    Outro

    The basin is empty now, and the whole house is still Sleep on, little Quinn, you are safe on the sill

  • Quinn, Close Your Eyes Now

    Humming choir · Choir · Wordless · Warm

    A slow, hushed lullaby for settling a little one named Quinn to sleep, built around the safety of a worn corner chair and the arms that hold them there.

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    Grey wool fringe hangs soft over corduroy knees in the dim light Down in the corner where the whole wide day finally slows to rest Nothing can reach you here, tucked so far from any kind of harm The hush of this room is only for you, of everyone, the best

    Pre-chorus

    Your breathing is slower now than the candle's little flame Somewhere above you the hum of the house is calling your name So let your small hand loosen and let the evening begin

    Chorus

    Quinn, the dark is only a blanket folded soft and thin Nothing out there can touch you, nothing can get in You are held so gently here, right where you have always been Sleep now, sleep now, Quinn, sleep now, my Quinn

    Verse 2

    The wool is warm where it rests against the old worn chair Every thread of this quiet room was gathered just for you Outside the window the night walks slow and soft on bare feet And nothing that it carries will ever come to trouble you

    Chorus

    Quinn, the dark is only a blanket folded soft and thin Nothing out there can touch you, nothing can get in You are held so gently here, right where you have always been Sleep now, sleep now, Quinn, sleep now, my Quinn

    Bridge

    Somewhere a hush is humming low, without a single word Just a warmth that gathers round you like a wing around a bird

    Chorus

    Quinn, the dark is only a blanket folded soft and thin Nothing out there can touch you, nothing can get in You are held so gently here, right where you have always been Sleep now, sleep now, Quinn, sleep now, my Quinn

    Outro

    The grey wool settles softly now over corduroy knees gone still Sleep on, little one, in the corner where nothing can touch or spill

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