(c) 2026 VocalKidFolk314 [VERSE 1 — MARCHING FEET (open plains cadence)] Boots beat the earth in a steady iron line, Dust rising soft like a banner in the shine, Our shadows stretch long in the newborn morning heat, The world begins its rhythm underneath our marching feet. (“step… step…”) (“feet… feet…”) [VERSE 2 — IN OPEN FIELD (wide horizon)] The open field unfolds like a sea of waking gold, Every breath a promise in the stories yet untold, We walk through rolling silence where the sky and earth align, And every step feels guided by a quiet, ancient sign. (“carry on…”) [VERSE 3 — THROUGH WOODS (shadowed path)] Branches bow above us like old guardians of the trail, Their whispers braid with footsteps in a soft and leafy veil, The forest hums its secrets in a voice both dark and sweet, And every echo folds itself around our moving feet. (“hush… hush…”) (“sweet… sweet…”) [VERSE 4 — THROUGH MOUNTAINS (rise and strain)] The mountains rise before us like a choir carved in stone, Their ridges ring with echoes of the travelers they’ve known, We climb with burning lungs but with a fire that won’t retreat, For every height we conquer sets a stronger marching beat. (“higher…”) [VERSE 5 — REACHING THE TOWN WALLS (anticipation)] The town walls break the skyline like a promise finally near, Their ancient stones remember every footstep, every fear, We stand before the gateway where the dust and daylight meet, And feel the pulse of welcome rising warm beneath our feet. (“almost there…”) (“near… near…”) [VERSE 6 — OPENING THE GATE (arrival)] The gate swings wide with a groan of iron waking from its rest, Light pours through the threshold like a lantern in our chest, We cross into the heartbeat of a town alive and sweet, And every sound around us joins the rhythm of our feet. ("hey") [VERSE 7 — MEETING IN THE TAVERN (warm ending)] Inside the tavern’s glow we trade our stories for a song, The fire cracks its welcome as the night grows brave and strong, Our boots rest by the doorway but our hearts keep steady beat, For journeys end in laughter when old friends at last meet. (“to us…”) (“meet… meet…”)
