(Verse 1) Silent village in the pine tree glade, where everyone speaks without a word being made. Mind to mind they pass the thought along, except for one girl who must sing her own song. She packed her cloak, she grabbed her wooden stick, walked past the fence where the moss grew thick. Blue braids bouncing in the morning dew, seeking a world where the words feel new. (Chorus) She summons rain from an empty cloud, making the silent village proud. Wide brim hat tilting in the gale, leaving a mark on every distant trail. She taught the boy how to shape the stream, handed him a trinket from her wandering dream. Through labyrinth stone and ancient mud, water flows steady through her blood. (Verse 2) Five long seasons spent upon the road, teaching magic craft as her tally growed. In the rural manor with the rich green lawn, casting water cannon at the break of dawn. She left behind an amulet of carved oak wood, knowing that he learned every trick he could. Now she walks the corridors of stone and sand, stretching out her staff across a foreign land. (Bridge) Trapped inside the maze where the gargoyles creep, surrounded by the bricks while the monsters sleep. Counting down the hours with a flickering spark, listening to footsteps ringing through the hall. Then a spell tore through the solid granite wall, her former student standing tall. (Chorus) She summons rain from an empty cloud, making the silent village proud. Wide brim hat tilting in the gale, leaving a mark on every distant trail. She taught the boy how to shape the stream, handed him a trinket from her wandering dream. Through labyrinth stone and ancient mud, water flows steady through her blood. (Outro) Blue hair blowing in the mountain pass, frost forming rings where the wet leaves splash, no longer isolated, no longer mute, playing her tune on a traveler's flute. Azure water spinning in her palm, steady and calm, steady and calm.
