Before the Sun Gets High

BEFORE THE SUN GETS HIGH [Key: G Major] [Tempo: 76 BPM] [Style: reflective meadow folk] [Intro] [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar soft fiddle harmonics dawn ambience distant birds female contralto close mic natural breath audible] The world is still half dreaming Mist resting on the ground The creek speaks in a whisper Before the day gets loud [Verse 1] [Acoustic guitar intimate delivery subtle upright bass enters] Dew hanging from the milkweed Silver on the spider thread A crow perched on the fence rail Watching where the river bends Nothing asking for attention Nothing trying to be known Just the field and all its stories Going on the way they do [Chorus] [Fiddle widens gently brushed percussion enters] Before the sun gets high Before the shadows shorten Before the heat settles in And the morning is forgotten I like to walk a little slower Listen a little closer To the things that always mattered Before the sun gets high [Verse 2] [Mandolin texture enters softly] Bees already in the clover Dragonflies above the stream Wildflowers catching color From the edges of the morning Every season leaves an echo Every echo leaves a trace Every living thing belongs here In its own peculiar way [Hook] [Instrumentation pulls back to guitar and vocal only] Some truths arrive like thunder Some arrive like dew Waiting quietly for years Until you finally notice them [Verse 3] [Warmest vocal delivery fiddle answers phrases] I've seen winters cross these meadows I've seen summers overflow I've watched storms reshape the hillside And wild grasses learn to grow And the older that I get The less I need to understand The more I simply love the world Exactly as it stands [Bridge] [Largest emotional lift warm fiddle movement expands naturally] The creek keeps moving eastward The crow keeps finding home The clover feeds the honeybees The seed becomes its own Nothing here is permanent Nothing here is wrong Everything belongs to something Everything keeps moving on [Final Chorus] [Fullest arrangement warm and expansive] Before the sun gets high Before the shadows shorten Before the heat settles in And the morning is forgotten I like to walk a little slower Listen a little closer To the things that always mattered Before the sun gets high [Outro] [Return to guitar dawn ambience and distant birds] The world is still half dreaming Mist resting on the ground The creek speaks in a whisper And I am listening now