[Verse 1] Under the cedar, the green one waits A branch held high by the garden gate White smoke curls through the owl’s cold stare Something old is breathing there [Pre-Chorus] The yellow bird lifts every feather Bright as a warning, sharp as weather [Chorus] Who called us here beneath the hill? Who taught the dark to stand so still? Raise that crooked arm, let the pale ash fall We are small, but we came when the forest called [Verse 2] A red-eyed watcher leans from the wall Blue-faced strangers gather in the hall The ground wears masks from root to stone No one leaves here by the road they know [Bridge] Keep your hands where the smoke can see Tell the buried names to me If the black sky opens wide Take the bright bird to your side [Final Chorus] Who called us here beneath the hill? Who taught the dark to stand so still? Raise that crooked arm, let the pale ash fall We are small, but we came when the forest called [Outro] White smoke, yellow wing No one asks what morning brings
