7. Persistance

funky tune played on a mixture of wind instruments

(Chorus)
O Piper, Piper, play your tune!
On that flute of hollow reed
You hold the rhythm of the rain
And the whisper of the seed
You make the stones forget their time
And the forest start to dance
You are the beauty and the dread
The wild, enchanted trance

(Verse 2)
They say he's neither man nor beast, a figure rough and wild
The untamed heart of the forgotten world, a forgotten nature's child
His form is like the gnarled oak, his laugh the mountain's sound
He knows the paths that are not paths, on his unclaimed ground
So if you hear his piping call, be careful where you stand
For it can tame a human heart, or make the shifting sand take land

(Bridge)
They say his flute was born of loss, a love he couldn't keep
A chase that ended at the water, running shallow and deep
And from the reeds that grew right there, he cut his pipes in grief
So every note is filled with want, a longing for belief
That what is lost can still be found in music's haunting sound.

(Outro)
The final note hangs in the air... a shiver in the breeze
A fading echo in the pines, among the rustling leaves.
And all the world is listening still...
For the Piper...
Among the trees...

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(Verse 1) The sun dips low behind the pines, the world is painted gold A hush falls on the rustling leaves, a story yet untold From deep within the tangled wood, where shadowy secrets creep A melody begins to rise, that stirs you from your sleep It isn't played on silver keys, or on a violin's sigh It's the song of ancient riverbanks, a wild and yearning cry (Chorus) O Piper, Piper, play your tune! On that flute of hollow reed You hold the rhythm of the rain And the whisper of the seed You make the stones forget their time And the forest start to dance You are the beauty and the dread The wild, enchanted trance (Verse 2) They say he's neither man nor beast, a figure rough and wild The untamed heart of the forgotten world, a forgotten nature's child His form is like the gnarled oak, his laugh the mountain's sound He knows the paths that are not paths, on his unclaimed ground So if you hear his piping call, be careful where you stand For it can tame a human heart, or make the shifting sand take land (Chorus) O Piper, Piper, play your tune! On that flute of hollow reed You hold the rhythm of the rain And the whisper of the seed You make the stones forget their time And the forest start to dance You are the beauty and the dread The wild, enchanted trance (Bridge) They say his flute was born of loss, a love he couldn't keep A chase that ended at the water, running shallow and deep And from the reeds that grew right there, he cut his pipes in grief So every note is filled with want, a longing for belief That what is lost can still be found in music's haunting sound. (Chorus) O Piper, Piper, play your tune! On that flute of hollow reed You hold the rhythm of the rain And the whisper of the seed You make the stones forget their time And the forest start to dance You are the beauty and the dread The wild, enchanted trance (Outro) The final note hangs in the air... a shiver in the breeze A fading echo in the pines, among the rustling leaves. And all the world is listening still... For the Piper... Among the trees...

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