Verse 1 Between the stone that does not move and water learning how to stay, we walk the line of borrowed time where night releases day. The hills keep watch, the loch keeps breath, the wind remembers more, And every step we take is held by those who walked before. Verse 2 No map was drawn, no path was named, yet still our feet arrive, Where silence speaks in older tongues and teaches us to listen wide. The stone holds fast, the water yields, both knowing when to stay, And in their meeting we are found, then gently led away. Chorus Between stone and water we lay our stories down, Not lost, not claimed, but safely held by ground. Between stone and water the long year turns its hand, And what we are is shaped by both, and learned to understand. [Instrumental Interlude] (Harp, fiddle, slow choral “ah”) Verse 3 We come with less than what we carried, leave with more than we can name, For time is not a thing to hold, but something that remains. The river knows, the standing stone has always understood, That nothing here is meant to last except what feels like good. Bridge (quiet) Not every truth is meant for sound, not every light for flame, Some are kept where echoes fade and never ask a name. Final Chorus Between stone and water we stand and then we go, Carrying the stillness that the land has let us know. Between stone and water where endings learn to start, The world grows wide, the moment deep, and rests inside the heart. Outro (Instrumental – fading harp, distant wind)
