Call of the Wind

folk, Ethereal Celtic folk with airy flute leads and shimmering harp arpeggios, gentle frame drum pulse, male vocals in a storytelling tone, Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with layered chants and wordless harmonies, wind-like pads swaying underneath, Dynamic arc from quiet fireside murmur to soaring, ritualistic refrain, then back to a soft, lingering outro, celtic, harp

[Verse 1] Old stones in a circle Moss on my boots Ash in the night air Fire licking roots I taste the road behind me Rain on my tongue Hear something breathing Older than songs [Chorus] Call of the wind Calling me Calling me Name in a language Carved in the trees Call of the wind Carrying Carrying All that I was All I will be [Verse 2] Tracks of the roe deer Fade in the fern River keeps secrets Swallowed in turns I follow the heather Up to the sky Clouds like a gateway Smoke in my eyes [Chorus] Call of the wind Calling me Calling me Name in a language Carved in the trees Call of the wind Carrying Carrying All that I was All I will be [Bridge] Whirl of the leaves Around my feet (hey!) Ghost of a hand On my sleeve If I step through I won’t come back If I look down I lose the track [Chorus] Call of the wind Calling me Calling me Name in a language Carved in the trees Call of the wind Carrying Carrying All that I was All I will be

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