[Silence] [Vocal: Deep, primal a cappella chant] Meer... Sveet-loh... Za-khyst... [Instrumental Intro] [Deep resonant frame drum pulse] [Droning bowed tagelharpa] [Refrain] [Vocal: Rhythmic, powerful chant] [Rhythmic Drum Beat] Meer... Sveet-loh... Za-khyst... [Verse 1] [Vocal: Grounded, earthy] Thread and cloth that the grandmothers spun Tracing the way that the rivers have run Stitched in the red and the black of the vine A map of a journey, yours joined with mine Swallows return when the winter is through Bringing the light and the morning to you [Pre-Chorus] [Low drone swells] And though the sky is a heavy shade of blue The earth beneath is still turning to the truth [Chorus] [Vocal: Maximum open-throat power, "White Voice"] [Energy: Primal, defiant] [Heavy frame drums] Like the sunflower follows the path of the day Your spirit is golden, it won’t look away Deep in the soil where the viburnum grows There’s a strength in the roots that everyone knows Rise again from the flame, like a light reborn Gilded and brave till the break of dawn Though the wind may be bitter and the night may be long The field is still standing [Sharp breath] the field is still strong [Verse 2] Shelf in the hallway with old photographs Bread on the table and echoes of laughs Willow is bending to touch the cold stream Keeping the quiet, protecting the dream I’m holding a light for the path you must tread Cloth for the journey, the salt and the bread [Bridge] [Vocal: Low rhythmic chanting] [Drum pulse only] It’s not in the shouting, it’s not in the storm It’s the hearth in the kitchen that keeps the heart warm A pattern is painted with prayers for the peace A story of life that will never quite cease [Stop] [Chorus] [Full Climax: Tribal percussion, tagelharpa, soaring vocals] Like the sunflower follows the path of the day Your spirit is golden, it won’t look away Deep in the soil where the viburnum grows There’s a strength in the roots that everyone knows Rise again from the flame, like a light reborn Gilded and brave till the break of dawn Though the wind may be bitter and the night may be long The field is still standing [Exhale] the field is still strong [Outro] [Vocal: Fading rhythmic chant] [Slow drum pulse] Meer... Sveet-loh... Za-khyst... The field is still standing... Still strong... [Final heavy frame drum strike] [End]
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