Sherwood Remembers (AstraCoronet x DNJL)

AstraCoronet

melodic dubstep, folk-pop, ethereal female vocals

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Lyrics: AstraCoronet
Music: DNJL
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[Verse 1]

In the whisper of oak
And the call of the crow,
I walk where the green veins
Eternally grow.

The forest is waking,
It hums and it sighs.
Its stories are older
Than mortal men’s eyes.

A wanderer standing,
A harp in my hand,
Singing the legends
Of Sherwood’s green land.

[Chorus]

Nothing is forgotten,
Nothing is lost to the deep.
In the heart of the forest,
Where the wild secrets sleep.

The Hooded Man walks
Where the wildwood runs deep,
And the old magic stirs
In the things that don’t sleep.

Sherwood remembers
What mortals forget.
A promise the forest
Will never regret.

[Verse 2]

Hear the woodpecker’s rhythm,
The pulse of the wood,
Tapping the ancient,
The sacred, the good.

The leaves hold their whispers,
The stones hold their lore
Of outlaws and heroes
And what came before.

When the Hooded Man walked
’Neath the boughs, strong and true,
The forest stood with him,
His guardian too.

[Chorus]

Nothing is forgotten,
Nothing is lost to the deep.
In the heart of the forest,
Where the wild secrets sleep.

The Hooded Man walks
Where the wildwood runs deep,
And the old magic stirs
In the things that don’t sleep.

[Verse 3]

Silent and sudden,
He stepped from the fern—
A hare with eyes amber,
Where sun-gold did burn.

He paused and he watched me
With knowing so deep,
The keeper of secrets
The ancient ones keep.

Then turned down a pathway
Where no mortal would go,
A passage through Sherwood
That only magic could know.

[Bridge]

“Come walk,” said the hare,
“Where the hidden things dwell,
Where the veil grows so thin
You can breathe in the spell.”

For the forest is living,
It’s breathing, it’s old,
With stories of courage
Still waiting to be told.

[Final Chorus]

Nothing is forgotten,
Nothing is lost to the deep.
The Hooded Man walks
Where the wildwood runs deep.

Sherwood remembers
What time cannot keep.
The minstrel still wanders,
And the wild secrets sleep.

[Outro]

Nothing is forgotten.
Sherwood remembers.

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Lyrics: AstraCoronet Music: DNJL Permission to copy is not granted. All rights reserved. [Verse 1] In the whisper of oak And the call of the crow, I walk where the green veins Eternally grow. The forest is waking, It hums and it sighs. Its stories are older Than mortal men’s eyes. A wanderer standing, A harp in my hand, Singing the legends Of Sherwood’s green land. [Chorus] Nothing is forgotten, Nothing is lost to the deep. In the heart of the forest, Where the wild secrets sleep. The Hooded Man walks Where the wildwood runs deep, And the old magic stirs In the things that don’t sleep. Sherwood remembers What mortals forget. A promise the forest Will never regret. [Verse 2] Hear the woodpecker’s rhythm, The pulse of the wood, Tapping the ancient, The sacred, the good. The leaves hold their whispers, The stones hold their lore Of outlaws and heroes And what came before. When the Hooded Man walked ’Neath the boughs, strong and true, The forest stood with him, His guardian too. [Chorus] Nothing is forgotten, Nothing is lost to the deep. In the heart of the forest, Where the wild secrets sleep. The Hooded Man walks Where the wildwood runs deep, And the old magic stirs In the things that don’t sleep. [Verse 3] Silent and sudden, He stepped from the fern— A hare with eyes amber, Where sun-gold did burn. He paused and he watched me With knowing so deep, The keeper of secrets The ancient ones keep. Then turned down a pathway Where no mortal would go, A passage through Sherwood That only magic could know. [Bridge] “Come walk,” said the hare, “Where the hidden things dwell, Where the veil grows so thin You can breathe in the spell.” For the forest is living, It’s breathing, it’s old, With stories of courage Still waiting to be told. [Final Chorus] Nothing is forgotten, Nothing is lost to the deep. The Hooded Man walks Where the wildwood runs deep. Sherwood remembers What time cannot keep. The minstrel still wanders, And the wild secrets sleep. [Outro] Nothing is forgotten. Sherwood remembers.

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