[Verse 1] You who walk this ancient floor, Take the path through heathered moor. The stones keep watch in weathered rows, Grey against the wind that goes. Each split face holds a former day, Each seam remembers what words cannot say. [Chorus] The moor keeps what the years let go, A promise under root and stone. Walk on where the wide hills lean; You are part of what has been. [Verse 2] Gold gorse burns through the ashen grey, A field unrolled in light of day. Clouds drift slow, the valley turns, Green and silver, softly worn. She is bloom and weather, name and ground, One held breath beneath the sound. [Chorus] The moor keeps what the years let go, A promise under root and stone. Walk on where the wide hills lean; You are part of what has been. [Bridge] One lone tree against the patient sky, Its roots hold fast as seasons fly. Its branches trace the maps of air, The long way home is written there. [Verse 3] Where the path dissolved in sky, I left my careful maps behind. Dust and doubt fell from my hands; My footsteps faded from the land. Still their quiet measure led me through— I walked the path; it walked me too. [Final Chorus] The moor keeps what the years let go, A promise under root and stone. Walk on where the wide hills lean; You are part of what has been. A field, a frame, a life within— You are not looking at a painting. [Outro] You are standing inside one. The stones keep watch. The moor remembers.
