Of Hearth & Moss - The Meadow Keeps My Name

There’s bread on the table, steam in the air, The creek hums low through the willow’s hair. Barefoot steps where the moss runs deep, The earth hums songs that the old roots keep. And the meadow keeps my name, In the hush between the rain. Every sigh and every flame, Finds its home where I remain. The porch lamp flickers, the dusk leans near, Crickets sing truths I can almost hear. I don’t need much, just a cup and a tune, And the echo of stars in a rising moon. And the meadow keeps my name, In the hush between the rain. Every sigh and every flame, Finds its home where I remain. No city lights, no hurry or plan, Just an old worn hat and a calloused hand. Let the wind do the talking, soft and slow, In the field where the wild herbs grow. And the meadow keeps my name, In the hush between the rain. If the world forgets the same, The meadow will still remain.