[Verse 1] Before the maps were spread on tables Before the forecasts crossed the plains Before the wires could carry warnings We learned the language on the wind An elder watched the swallows turning The cottonwoods began to sigh Children learned by quiet watching Reading stories written in the sky [Pre-Chorus] No screens to light the morning No voices on the air Only careful observation And the wisdom born of care [Chorus] Before the sirens found their voices Before the radar learned to see The sky was writing every lesson For every soul who stopped to read Hand to hand and heart to heart Through every season every page The roots still hold beneath tomorrow Though the branches learn and change [Verse 2] Across the plains and distant oceans Different tongues beneath one sky Farmers watched the shifting seasons Sailors read the waves and tides From prairie grass to mountain valleys From desert winds to forest leaves Every people found their answers Listening close to nature's speech [Bridge] An elder showed a watching child The child grew old and taught the next Questions became careful journals Journals grew to weather texts Ink gave way to glowing screens Horses gave way to satellites Yet every answer still begins With someone raising curious eyes [Final Chorus] Before the sirens found their voices Before the radar learned to see The sky was writing every lesson For every soul who stopped to read Those hands still guide the ones who follow Though their names are lost to time Every forecast starts beside them Every warning walks that line The roots still hold beneath tomorrow Though every branch has learned to bend We changed the tools but never the wonder And passed it on once again [Outro] Some still listen for the swallows... Some still watch the prairie grass... The sky has always spoken... We've simply learned... ...to hear her better.
