[Intro — whispered] Hollowfield... Hollowfield... Don't look down... Don't ask what's there... [Verse 1] We found a field where the black grass grows, Where the cold wind bends and the pale moon knows, There stood a door in the side of the stone, And a voice in the dark said, "You're not alone." [Chorus] Heave, ho — into the hollow, Heave, ho — where shadows follow, Mind your step and mind your name, Nothing here will stay the same. Heave, ho — don't fear the calling, Heave, ho — don't hear them laughing, If a shadow calls you friend, Don't be certain where you end. [Verse 2] A hundred faces in candlelight, A hundred eyes in the dead of night, Some wore antlers, some wore crowns, Some wore faces from forgotten towns. They bent like smoke, they danced like flame, They called us fools and they knew our names, But every time that we showed our fear, They leaned a little closer near. [Chorus] Heave, ho — into the hollow, Heave, ho — where shadows follow, Laugh with them or drown in sorrow, There's no promise for tomorrow. Heave, ho — the dark is listening, Heave, ho — the pale eyes glistening, If the door should open wide, Pray you know what's on the other side. [Bridge — almost whispered] Don't listen... Don't listen... Don't— [Drums stop] Did you hear that? [Low chorus] We heard it. [Verse 3 — drums return] Then silence came without a sound, And blackness crawled along the ground, No wind above, no stone below, Just breath that wouldn't come and go. So we laughed at the dark, And we danced with the strange, And the things in the hollow Danced back just the same. [Chorus — larger] Heave, ho — into the hollow, Heave, ho — where shadows follow, Sing, lads, sing, though the night be long, Sometimes the fool is the one who's strong. Heave, ho — no crown, no glory, Heave, ho — just tell the story, Take the little road you know, And let the great dark let you go. [Verse 4 — quieter] There was a door no giant could pass, Too small for a king, too low for the mast, So down we went, with our pride laid bare, And found no monster waiting there. Only the field. Only the rain. Only the wind Calling again. [Final Chorus — slow, haunting] Heave... ho... the Hollowfield... Heave... ho... the shadows yield... Hundred faces, hundred forms, Dancing underneath the storms. Heave... ho... and don't ask why... Heave... ho... just pass them by... If you hear them call your name... [All voices, whispered] Don't answer. [Final line — lone low voice] The Hollowfield remembers.
