**[Intro]** *(Soft fingerpicking, distant hum)* Oh the wheat bends low where the ravens go, Through the mist of a northern dawn... **[Verse 1]** She walks where the frost still clings to the thorn, Her cloak spun from sunlight and storm. The cats at her heels sing a whispering tune, As the barley fields sway to the moon. **[Chorus]** *Freya, Freya, lend me your sight,* *Show me love in the long winter night.* *Gold like your tears, bright as your flame,* *None can hold you, yet all know your name.* **[Verse 2]** They say she once traded a sword for a kiss, And laughed as the steel turned to rust. Her chariot rolls on the backs of the slain, But her hands cradle sparrows in trust. **[Bridge]** *(Droning fiddle, tempo slows)* *Half the dead are hers to keep,* *Yet she plants where the reapers reap.* *Warrior’s end or a lover’s sigh—* *Who can say which one she’ll deny?* **[Verse 3]** The gulls cry warning where her ship sets sail, Feathers and fire in her wake. But the hearths she has blessed never darken or fade, Even when the whole world shakes. **[Chorus]** (repeat) **[Verse 4]** The blacksmith’s boy swore he saw her last eve, Braiding stars into a mare’s mane. Come morning, his anvil was covered in blooms, And his hammer rang sweeter than rain. **[Bridge]** (repeat, a capella) **[Chorus]** (final, triumphant) **[Outro]** *(Fading strings, whisper)* Oh the wheat bends low where the ravens go, But her shadow’s already gone...
