MY SON UNDER THE RISING SKY [Intro] [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm and open, gentle wind ambience] [Verse 1] I remember the morning You first opened your eyes, How the sun touched your face Like a fire in the sky. You were small in my arms, But your dreams were already wide, And I knew there'd come a day You'd need the world outside. [Pre-Chorus] So take what I've given, Let the rest be your own. There's a road beyond my doorway, And it's calling you home. [Chorus] Go where the wild wind carries you, Run where the rivers run free. Follow the light on the far horizon, Become who you're meant to be. And if the world feels too heavy, If you lose your way somehow, You'll always have a place beside me, My son under the rising sky. [Verse 2] There'll be nights without answers, There'll be days you stand alone. There'll be dreams that break like branches, There'll be seeds that find their home. I can't walk every mile, I can't spare you every scar, But wherever your road takes you, You'll never be too far. [Pre-Chorus 2] You don't owe me your staying, You were never mine to keep. Love was never meant to hold you— It's the promise underneath. [Chorus] Go where the wild wind carries you, Run where the rivers run free. Follow the light on the far horizon, Become who you're meant to be. And if the world feels too heavy, If you lose your way somehow, You'll always have a place beside me, My son under the rising sky. [Bridge] And when my voice grows distant, And the years have come and gone, Hear the wind across the open fields— That's where our love lives on. Not a chain around your heart, Not a hand that holds you down, Just the love that gave you wings And will follow you somehow. [Guitar Solo] [Warm, melodic electric guitar, expressive and soaring] [Final Chorus] Go where the wild wind carries you, Run where the rivers run free. Take all the love I ever gave you And let it set you free. And whatever waits beyond you, Whatever you may find, You'll always be my son, my darling, And I'll always be your home. My son under the rising sky. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar alone, tender and intimate] Go on, my son. The world's wide open. And you are free.
