Spirits of the Ghost Gum
[Intro: Fast, shimmering acoustic guitar, electronic "blips"] [Verse 1] White bark shining like a bone in the dark Every tree is a temple, every leaf is a spark The Ghost Gums are swaying to a song of their own In a language of wood that the city’s outgrown The owls are the watchers, the wind is the guide. [Pre-Chorus: Add rhythmic tribal chanting as a beat] (Chant: Way-lo, Way-lo) They’re moving when you close your eyes (Chant: Way-lo, Way-lo) Underneath the southern skies. [Chorus: Danceable, high-energy Folktronica] Spirits of the Ghost Gum, dancing in the pale Telling me a secret, following the trail The bush is alive with a silver-white fire Lifting my spirit higher and higher Spirits of the Ghost Gum. [Verse 2: Add more electronic textures and sub-bass] Deep in the hollows where the honey-ants hide The sap of the ages is a river inside They’ve seen the empires rise up and fall While they stood as the sentinels, silent and tall Connecting the earth to the reach of the moon. [Chorus] Spirits of the Ghost Gum, dancing in the pale Telling me a secret, following the trail The bush is alive with a silver-white fire Lifting my spirit higher and higher. [Bridge: Rapid-fire chanting and percussion break] (Chant: Kah-lah, Kah-lah, Kah-lah!) The wood is breathing! (Chant: Kah-lah, Kah-lah, Kah-lah!) The night is weaving! [Chorus: Epic Finale, layered vocal harmonies] Spirits of the Ghost Gum, dancing in the pale Telling me a secret, following the trail The bush is alive with a silver-white fire Lifting my spirit higher and higher. [Outro: Fast guitar fading into wind-chime sounds]
