[Verse 1] At the edge of Muse Hollow, where the fern beds lean, A bear sat quiet by a crooked green, With a paper map held close in his paws, Stitched from flour-sack cloth and blackberry cords. [Pre-Chorus] The path bent softly beneath the rain, Then dried in a different shape again. [Chorus] I found a map drawn in honey light, Warm in my hands through the falling night. It led me home by a winding track, And every kind thing marked the way back. [Verse 2] When the west wind rose, the rivers moved, New blue lines curled where the old ones stood. The bear read clouds like a patient friend, And watched the paper turn, mend, and bend. [Pre-Chorus] A red leaf landed beside the stream, And opened a road through a cedar dream. [Chorus] I found a map drawn in honey light, Warm in my hands through the falling night. It led me home by a winding track, And every kind thing marked the way back. [Bridge] Moss made room for my tired feet, Pinecones gathered in a little seat. The hill did not ask where I had been, It simply opened its arms again. [Final Chorus] I found a map drawn in honey light, Soft as a promise, clear as night. The bear held on as the seasons turned, And the map showed places my heart had learned. [Outro] Muse Hollow breathed beneath the trees, The paper slept upon the breeze. And high above, where the dark grew deep, The stars began to hum me into sleep.
