Riverwood - Whisper Of The Pines

In the cradle of the cedar's arms The moss whispers soft No cause for alarm A raven dips low Her shadow’s arc A flicker of black in the fading dark Oh Whisper of the pines So deep So wide Calling us home Where the wild things hide Oh Whisper of the pines Where the winds collide We gather We wander The forest provides A fox slips through fern Her feet leave no trace The stream hums a tune in its winding embrace The sun spills gold through the greenwood lace Time bends and breaks in this sacred place The roots hold secrets The stones hum low What they’ve seen What they know Oh Whisper of the pines So deep So wide Calling us home Where the wild things hide Oh Whisper of the pines Where the winds collide We gather We wander The forest provides Under the moon We light the flame Speak the old words Call the old names The drum beats slow The rattles rise A hymn to the earth To the endless skies