[Intro] (Sound of rustling leaves and birdsong) (Soft, rhythmic woodblock tapping: click-click-pause) (Breathy flute melody, very airy) (Whispered vocal layers: "Listen... listen...") [Verse 1] Red berries on a bough of green The guardian of the world unseen With silver bark and roots so deep Where the forest secrets sleep I lean my head against the wood And understood, and understood [Chorus] Whispers of the rowan tree Ancient spirits calling me Leaves of gold and heart of fire Lifting every soul's desire In the shadow, in the shade The magic of the wild is made [Instrumental Break] (Focus: Melodic flute duet) (Soft, earthy frame drum beat) (Vocal layering: "High-ya, low-ya, tree of life") [Verse 2] The wind is combing through the hair Of every branch that’s standing there A language made of light and leaf Beyond the reach of time and grief The rowan stands against the gale The hero of a silent tale [Chorus] Whispers of the rowan tree Ancient spirits calling me Leaves of gold and heart of fire Lifting every soul's desire In the shadow, in the shade The magic of the wild is made [Bridge] (Tempo slows, atmosphere becomes thicker) (Layered chants, like a forest choir) Protect the path (Protect the path) Guard the light (Guard the light) Through the day (Through the day) And through the night... [Verse 3] When autumn turns the world to rust And all the blossoms turn to dust The rowan holds the memory Of everything we used to be A sacred bond, a holy vow Written on the bending bough [Chorus] Whispers of the rowan tree Ancient spirits calling me Leaves of gold and heart of fire Lifting every soul's desire In the shadow, in the shade The magic of the wild is made [Outro] (Vocal whispers repeating: "Rowan... Rowan...") (Flute melody slowly drifting away) (Sound of a gentle breeze) (Final soft woodblock click) [End]
