Opening (chant — same syllable as Thornfield, but warmer now) (ohm-ma, ohm-ma — but lighter, almost playful) Verse 1 I went back to the thornfield in the hour after rain I didn't go to grieve this time I went to see what came And the ground was full of green things full of things without a name full of things that grew from burning full of things that grew from pain Chorus This is what the thornfield grew — not in spite of the fire but because of it This is what the thornfield grew — something I couldn't have planted something only loss permits This is what the thornfield grew: me standing in the middle of it finally unafraid Verse 2 The roots I grew in darkness broke the surface in the spring The marrow that was glass once is now a different kind of thing — not unbreakable not harder — just willing to be whole I stood in what the thornfield grew and recognised my soul Chorus This is what the thornfield grew — not in spite of the fire but because of it This is what the thornfield grew — something I couldn't have planted something only loss permits This is what the thornfield grew: me standing in the middle of it finally unafraid Bridge (choral, joyful) The burned ground (echo: the burned ground) grows the tallest things (echo: the tallest things) The broken place (echo: the broken place) is where the singing rings — I am what the thornfield grew I am what the burning made I am standing in the open I am no longer afraid Outro (chant transforms — from grief ritual to celebration) (ohm-ma, ohm-ma — building, then releasing into laughter-like vocal runs)
