[Verse 1] Down in the valley where the wild thyme grows, By the whisperin’ brook where the cold wind blows, Lived a girl with a heart like a fawn in the spring, Soft-spoken soul, barely said a thing. Eyes full of skies and her hands full of seeds, She’d hum to the bees and she’d dance with the reeds. A tender kind spirit, just tryin’ to be — The way that she bloomed made ’em turn and flee. [Chorus] But she walks where the clover kisses the dew, Talks to the foxes and sings to the moon. They may not have stayed, but she never was wrong — There’s strength in the quiet, there’s fight in the fawn. Oh, Aurora, sweet blossom, grow wild and true — The world turned its back, but the earth loves you. [Verse 2] Mama said, “Child, let your spirit be free, The stars don’t ask permission to be what they be.” But the whispers grew sharp like the edge of a knife, And they cast her out like a ghost in the night. She don’t raise her voice, but her magic still sings, With deer made of starlight and raven-winged things. She won’t draw a blade, won’t spill a drop — But the ones who mean harm, they’ll find her summons don’t stop. [Chorus] So she walks where the clover kisses the dew, Talks to the foxes and sings to the moon. They may not have stayed, but she never was wrong — There’s strength in the quiet, there’s fight in the fawn. Oh, Aurora, sweet blossom, grow wild and true — The world turned its back, but the earth loves you. [Bridge] She eats the violets with her eyes closed tight, Smells the lilacs just before the bite. She don’t like the crowds, gets lost in the sound, But her heart beats strong when no one’s around. [Verse 3 – softer, reflective] If you see her alone near the riverbend pine, Leave her a daisy, she’ll see it in time. For every soul cast from the firelight’s glow — There’s a place in the wild where the gentlest grow. [Final Chorus – gentle, then build softly] So walk where the clover kisses the dew, Talk to the foxes and sing to the moon. You may feel alone, but you’re never untrue — There’s grace in the shadow, and light inside you. Oh, Aurora, sweet blossom, bloom bright and blue — The world may forget, but we sing for you.
