[Intro] (whispered) Hush now… listen. [Verse 1] They dressed me up in satin, taught me how to smile, Gold on my wrists, but I was running all the while. “Hide your red hair, darling—say goodbye, be wise,” Yet every leaf kept calling in a language I can’t hide. I learned the weight of silence where the cedar shadows lean, A broke aristocrat with dirt under my sheen. I carve my wants in wood, I make the wand obey— When I first saw trees and grass, I knew where I must stay. [Pre-Chorus] Let the city dream in iron, let it bloom in smoke— I’ll keep a greener promise in the rings of every oak. [Chorus] Oh—don’t you hear it? (listen, listen) Silence in the woods, A hymn in every heartbeat where the old roots stood. They can take my name, my crown, my borrowed velvet glove— But I return, I return to the Circle of Life and love. Steel may rise, and towers shine, and still my truth remains: I’m the thirst of the woods—and I don’t break… I grow again. [Verse 2] High heels on wet earth, I laughed at all the rules, Gowns can’t cage a wild thing—forests don’t do schools. They called it “progress,” darling, a glorious machine, But I saw bright teeth chewing up the dark between the green. So I held my breath at dawn, where the mistilteinn gleams, Counting every fallen branch like broken family dreams. If the world turns kind someday, if no one cuts it down— I’ll still be here, still listening, with leaves for my crown. [Pre-Chorus] Say it sweet, say it slow—cara mia, I know: What they bury in the past is what the wild will grow. [Chorus] Oh—don’t you hear it? (listen, listen) Silence in the woods, A hymn in every heartbeat where the old roots stood. They can take my name, my crown, my borrowed velvet glove— But I return, I return to the Circle of Life and love. Steel may rise, and towers shine, and still my truth remains: I’m the thirst of the woods—and I don’t break… I grow again. [Bridge] (half-sung, intimate) Cedar… tuberose… amber on my skin, Old money, new hunger—let the green take me in. I disobeyed the manor, I disobeyed the “proper,” Now the moon writes my title in the bark like a copper. If you hear me in the branches, if you feel that gentle ache— That’s me, returning softly… for the forest’s sake. [Final Chorus] Oh—don’t you hear it? (listen, listen) Silence in the woods, Not empty—just eternal, just misunderstood. They can take my name, my crown, my borrowed velvet glove— But I return, I return to the Circle of Life and love. Let the city dream in iron—my vow is older than your flames: I’m the thirst of the woods—and I don’t break… I grow again. [Outro] (whispered) Hush now… listen.
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