[Verse 1] Stony path and ancient pine, Underneath the timber line, Leaves are turning gold and red, Falling light upon my head. I am not of royal blood, Raised in briar, born in mud, But I feel the forest breathe, In the shadows underneath. [Pre-Chorus] Listen close, the wind is high, Bending branches to the sky, One by one the blessings fall, To the quietest of all. [Chorus] Small king, big heart, acorn crown! Let the golden rain come down. No iron throne, no heavy stone, Just the woods I call my own. Standing tall to guard the wild, Every leaf and every child, Small king, big heart, acorn crown! [Verse 2] Rustling branches, steady feet, Feel the earth begin to beat. Stomp the dirt and clap the hand, For the keepers of the land. We don't need a golden shield, Only what the valleys yield, A promise whispered in the dark, Carried by a single spark. [Chorus] Small king, big heart, acorn crown! Let the golden rain come down. No iron throne, no heavy stone, Just the woods I call my own. Standing tall to guard the wild, Every leaf and every child, Small king, big heart, acorn crown! [Bridge] (Stomp-clap rhythm) Hear the chorus rise and swell, Where the ancient spirits dwell. We are small but we are strong, This is where we all belong! [Chorus] Small king, big heart, acorn crown! Let the golden rain come down. No iron throne, no heavy stone, Just the woods I call my own. Standing tall to guard the wild, Every leaf and every child, Small king, big heart, acorn crown! [Outro] Acorns falling on the moss, No more hunger, no more loss. Small king, big heart... Acorn crown.
