[Instrumental Intro] [Deep sustained drone, low bowed strings, distant hand drums, sparse clapsticks, soft piano entering gradually. No vocals.] [Invocation] From the hollow within the mountain a little ember learns to breathe Hands are lifted in the silence The roots remember what we need [Verse 1] Carry the water in a clay-red bowl Carry the word that was buried in the earth Over the ridge where the black birds turn Beneath the ash where the old fires burn [Song] Ha-ra, heya, hold on to the ground Ha-ra, heya, gather the sound One step, one breath, one turning wheel Name the wound and let it heal [Verse 2] The drumwood waits within the keeper's hands Dust rises softly from the ground No crown, no chain, no house that stands alone The living road is the only throne [Instrumental Interlude] [Clapsticks and hand drums intensify gradually beneath a low drone, rising strings, restrained brass, and returning piano motif. No vocals.] [Interlude] Ah—ah—ah Ho—oh—oh Ah—ah—ah We rise together [Chorus] Open the gate within the weathered stone Call every wanderer back toward home Let the earth answer the sky Let what has been hidden rise [Bridge] When the red moon leaves the mountain pass When the first bird breaks through the grass We will carry the names we were given To the fire and leave them there [Final Song] Ha-ra, heya, hold on to the ground Ha-ra, heya, gather the sound Many hands and a single flame Many roads, but one true name [Ending] From the hollow within the mountain a clear morning learns to rise What we carried through the darkness is now carried by the light [Instrumental Outro] [The final sung phrase dissolves into sustained strings and deep drone. Piano repeats its motif softly as clapsticks and hand drums fade. Long spacious orchestral resonance; no abrupt ending.]
