[Verse 1 – Gentle, lilting] I came with the wind through the whisperin’ trees, Where the hemlocks lean to the saltwater breeze. They said I was born with the sun in my hair, But I never knew how to carry that flare. The world had a name for the girl I should be, But I only knew the soft hush of the sea. I followed the stars and I followed the fire, But I found myself in the mud and the mire. [Chorus – Rising, hopeful] Now I sing with the larks in the lavender morn, With hands that are weathered, but steady and warm. No longer a shadow, no longer a spark— I’m a flame that was kindled deep down in the dark. Not just a daughter of stories and light, But Rose of the valley, and Rose of the fight. [Verse 2 – Story-driven, like a wandering tune] My father they say rode the chariot high, Pulled by the fire that painted the sky. But I learned to dance with my feet on the ground, Where fiddle tunes echo and friendship is found. They taught me to laugh with a wild mountain grace, To cry with the tide and the wind on my face. To braid all my fear into threads made of gold, And stitch up a future both tender and bold. [Chorus – Full and rich, like a gathering of voices] Now I sing with the larks in the lavender morn, With hands that are weathered, but steady and warm. No longer a shadow, no longer a spark— I’m a flame that was kindled deep down in the dark. Not just a daughter of stories and light, But Rose of the valley, and Rose of the fight. [Bridge – Soft instrumental moment with fiddle + bodhrán] (🎻 fiddle interlude dancing like a sea breeze) (🎵 humming like the hum of old sailors and kinfolk by fire) [Verse 3 – Gentle, introspective, final realization] Now I sit with my friends where the shoreline bends, And I know what it means when a heart truly mends. With the sky in my chest and the ground at my feet, I’ve found a rhythm both broken and sweet. [Final Chorus – Slower, like a farewell under stars] Yes, I sing with the larks in the lavender morn, With hands that are weathered, but steady and warm. No longer a shadow, no longer a spark— I’m a flame that was kindled deep down in the dark. More than a whisper of what I might be… I’m Rose, and I’m rising like light from the sea.
