[Verse 1] A yellow-winged wanderer circles the hill, Green hood tied close against the wind’s will, A calm face carried through feathers and flight, Guarding the border between day and night. [Pre-Chorus] Below, where the tall grass bends in a ring, The old earth listens to everything. [Chorus] Three keepers stand where the worlds divide, Air in the branches, water beside, Fire in the roots with a patient hand, Holding the fragile shape of the land. [Verse 2] A blue-scaled woman rises from stone, Pearls in her hair, but she walks alone, Her silver hands gather rain from the ground, Teaching the dry seeds the road they have found. [Pre-Chorus] And under the hill, in a red-golden room, A quiet heart waits for the spring to bloom. [Chorus] Three keepers stand where the worlds divide, Air in the branches, water beside, Fire in the roots with a patient hand, Holding the fragile shape of the land. [Bridge] If you meet them, do not ask their names, Bring a cup of water, bring a coal of flame, Lift your face to the bird when the evening turns, And leave one seed where the black soil burns. [Final Chorus] Three keepers stand, and the veil grows thin, Sky overhead, deep tide within, Earth at the doorway, warm in the sand, Mending the fragile shape of the land. [Outro] When the last gold feather folds from the sun, The three become one, the three become one.
